(*) nothing more than (*) trying to forget the (*) of my damn life my father broke my neck and shouted things like 'you're a bitch!" funny happy familiar coexistence i hate him all i can i'm deaf to eternity impossible impossible a tempest of words (*) don't mind if you're already to face  the scene it's nothing tasty see because i don't like to have (*) now give me something for the pain something for the lust something for the joy something for the sorrow something for the blues
		fascism of decadence only (*) on the edge a broken window o misere me i wanna have a knife to cut this flood foolish words made me deaf something goes wrong mayhem of (*) hate it all nobody listens throw the shame to the trash can i still have (*) my tears are dry now i want to cry behind the locked door of my room sad and sand a wardrobe where (*) overflow and run away what about my entrails it seems the butterfly fell into the spider's web strychnine i'm a sick girl my body is cold no more (*) but i hate my little world (*) nothing more than fucking (*) and i feel how i died