Kilmer (English)

In a secluded room, the girl once moved unconsciously
She inhaled a madness that painfully flooded forth
In a ghastly scene of carnage, she wears not a thread
She digests, takes, and acquires agony

She concealed herself, distant from the vulgar ones
The virgin maiden had prepared her pretences and thick makeup
The masses, the indiscriminate and thoughtless, have their eyes on her
They indulge, select and extract

Foresight is in a slump
The ones who appeal are worthless hooligans
Strong emotions flicker in drunkenness
They snatch her away, leave, and sneer

You’re at the bottom of your life now, so you want to grieve, right?
A convenient heaven’s net doesn’t exist
It’s established. Slavery, slavery…
Okay, okay. This is fate
The obstinate fools spit those words out
There’s no love there. Is there no love?
She was screaming. The velvet rope was torn

In the night, she walked unsteadily while grieving
She understood that there was no salvation
It seems like she’s reached enlightenment
It’s like a fairy tale. After all, the audience
Is having fun, I’m sure. How noisy
“Until this fever burns out, I can’t do anything, so I’ll watch over you!”

There are no drugs that can be administered to horses and deer
That do not fear restraint or poison fangs

She slips through a crowd making a fiery racket
Words and deeds are released dispassionately
There’s no saving them
Hellfire bloomed in her dry eyes
Yes. Farewell…

You’re at the bottom of your life now, so you want to grieve, right?
A convenient heaven’s net doesn’t exist
It’s established. Slavery, slavery…
There’s no safety plan. You want to break free
From this hell, don’t you?
There’s no love here. There’s no love
The girl who wished for that danced

I’ll make you say “I can’t do anything about it”
At least once more
Don’t see through my negligent impulses
Careless. The lawless hooligan
Drowns in cranberry
Okay, okay, nothing’s wrong. The girl spat those words out
So, there’s no love. No love at all
She realises and sings
“I’ll sever the velvet rope!”

The velvet rope won’t come back