Blood in the abyss knows no end,
sweat in the kiss is never the same.
Some call it danger, try it again.
Turn the page and face the game.
Always laugh against the wall.
Nothing is important, moods will change.
Words are funny: What can they say?
There’s blood in the abyss
and sweat in the kiss.
Much of muchness is creating ends.
Thirsty are only infinity’s friends.
Where it begins there’s no end.
There’s blood in the abyss
and sweat in the kiss.
Fire and bones, visions of dawns
where ladies touch down,
juicy and warm,
just like good weather:
The power together.
Wise people have it in their veins.
And they do it, they don’t explain.
There’s blood in the abyss
and sweat in the kiss.
Some call it danger, some call it bliss.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany