Here Lina and her guy Sophia and her child A table A house My kitchen... Here My hand on my breast My eyes asking why they're still So so far And people feet Clac clac clac On the floor And people here far in my head Already dead... Shall I choose how this one should Be petrified at his age Perfect age to perfect hour Going higher would be wrong to stop For your immortality I must embrace ond crucify All the beauty in my head Gone They're all gone Ther's a smell Of death All Around