(данная версия была записана 28.10.2008 года и является единственной версией с вокалом Сафона)
You know, sometimes, when you get damage in your heart, Nothing at all will bring you up to fix your life. No suffocation and your story come and go. Wake up next morning, if you can restate the show.
It’s a dieing story, you dream about hell, Cannot do it well, tell me wattahell. Again you want me bad. Can’t break myself, no one understand, Whatta fuck is going here!
Nothing will save her, you cannot break her, You couldn’t help her… She thinks - all life’s shit, you cannot ruin that, You couldn’t help her, she dreams about hell.
Next morning comes and he will burn all your eyes, He comes to save you, but you will see only lies,yeah!
You dream about me, I know it hears like shit, it’s yours, to be alone.
Your life is your prison; tears, blood veins and nothing at all. Black walls in your room, no masterplan; you cannot manage with this. O, fuck, ha-ha!
Now run so faster, girl, if you can change this world, You can’t imagine that, you always feel like a shit. You are crazy in a head, but all now in your hands, No one can understand, and I can only say…
Nothing will save you, I cannot break you, I couldn’t help you… You think - all life’s shit, I cannot ruin that, I couldn’t help you, you dream about hell.