Lacrime di un assassino seriale / Tears of a serial murder

La mia asessualità,
Non è come la tua,
No, non la viviamo insieme.

Su dieci donne, nove non mi attraggono.

Eppure loro ci provano,
Con dolci carezze,
Dolci baci sensuali,

Ma non mi funzionano, non capisci.

Ed ecco lei con la sua corda,
Si vuol fare legare,
E mi dice di legarla.

Ma legare vuole dire legare, e la strangolo.

Perché non sento niente?
Cosa dovrei sentire ora?
Piango per non sentire niente.

My own asexuality,
It’s not like yours,
No, they are not the same.

Out of ten women, nine don't attract me.

And yet they try,
With sweet caresses,
Sweet sensual kisses,

But they don’t work for me, you don’t understand.

And here she is with her rope,
She wants me to tie her up,
And she tells me to tie her up.

But to tie means to tie, and I strangle her.

Why don't I feel anything?
What am I supposed to feel now?
I cry because I feel nothing.
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