You are the melting men    You are the situation    There is no time to breathe    And yet one single breath    Leads to an insatiable desire    Of suicide in sex       So many blazing orchids    Burning in your throat    Making you choke    Making you sigh    Sigh in tiny deaths       So, Melt   My lover, melt   She said melt    My lover, melt      You are the melting men    And as you melt    You are beheaded    Handcuffed (in lace and blood and sperm)    Swimming in poison    Gasping in the fragrance    Sweat carves a screenplay    of discipline and devotion       So, Melt   My lover, melt   She said melt    My lover, melt       Can you see?    See into the back of a long, black car    Pulling away from the funeral of flowers    With my hand between your legs    Melting sevrin