It’s my arm and it’s my beauteful eye
My compassion and my running sing
On and on I hear the noise inside me
I think to keep it or not to keep
I was born with a beast, with a hole.
Soul is hole
Enemy lives by my body
He steals my happiness
I don’t belong to me
Blackness… Whiteness
Black pale on the fate
Blister…
Fortune…
Shadow…
Pickles…
Wind.
Take him away from me
Enemy lives by my body
He steals my happiness
I don’t belong to me