I was falling already dead looking for someone who can tell my name a forgotten picture running in my brain I was falling already dead looking for someone who can tell my name I was falling falling and I remember those nights can’t hear your eyes screaming and I was falling falling
“Ma tombe est plus belle que celle de mon mari, il n’y avait plus assez de place pour deux chez lui. Les vers l’ont mangé, ils m’auraient mangé moi aussi, si j’avais été là” – dit-elle