you are showing
conformism's pale colours to me
I have blood on my eyes
I watch you through

you want to enter my blackened life
Will I let your own perversity grow inside of me?
I hear my crows whispering
I feel my crows whispering to me

the smell of the words you say is old
the smell of the words you say... unbelievable
the smell of your words is full of hostility
I just can ignore
in your eyes, I see lies dancing on ice

I'm not to enter your viscious circle
I'm not to enter your viscious circle

I will never chase the blood from my eyes
cause you're not close enough to steal my breath