Pandora's box, what's always been closed,
Yet has been opened, yet has been exposed,
Inside, the jewelry that makes us bleed,
Bites of forbidden fruits that will feed,
Us, to never get enough of all sins,
For all evil conquers, all evil wins.
Music that, while we dance, wear our feet out,
Spices that will, while dancing, make us moan and shout,
"Fuck me, ah, harder bitch! Fuck me."
Crossing all borders, we will be.
Some belovings against this all,
Some with me, and together we'll fall.
And as long as I stay feeling the same way,
Thinking that all you others do, is delay,
Your death, by living a standard life. I'll be,
A secret lover of Pandora's box,
And an extraordinary life, means a real life to me.