The Moon puts on its silver face
It's silent in this room
And everything falls into place
Soon the nightflowers will bloom

And you are
A killer born
Yet whispering only

And your will
Is like a string
Shivering slowly

And on and on and on and on
You push for the world

And your mind
A killer born
'Cause all are lonely

A life is like a photograph
Faded by the years
And looking through the broken glass
Will never still your fears

And you are
A killer born
Yet whispering only

And your will
Is like a string
Shivering slowly

And on and on and on and on
You push for the world

And your mind
A killer born
'Cause all are lonely