It was Latin they spoke to me,
Ribbons tied upon a tree
In the winter...

It was Latin they wrote to me,
A letter sealed just for me
But gasoline was in the saliva...

It ignited a flame...

It was Latin they sang to me
Valentine hearts on Christmas trees
But every time I touch it...

The thorns pick on me...

It was Latin they built for me
Pyramids that stretch beyond the sea,
But the rust is hidden in hieroglyphics...

The sands of time...

It was Latin they brought to me
Bones that shattered beyond belief...
Where is the relief?

Do the apparitions even know?

The Latin that we speak...