It takes a fever to dance with the spiders
And loud music to drown with the rats
Long black hair to enchant with the vipers
A plane and a dream to disappear in the air
It takes a victim to create black flowers
And a bad sleep to listen to the devil\'s song
It takes an unknown language to sit and stare for hours
And a suicide for everyone to follow along
It takes love and affection
And a little obsession too
To disturb a distinct raven
Asking \'bout that love of you
It takes a mask to exist a phantom
And a game to roll the dice
It takes a saint to kill a kingdom
It takes your life to complement mine
It takes the red to counterpart with the blue
A powder, a fire and the will to let it burn
It takes me and you to make a promise and be true
We already got lost to the point of no return