Melt! Melt the key
of the room where she will see
the aging of her skin.
From now on she could not...
she could not go off,
a steel door reflects her thirst.
Thirst that can only be choked
with a wail:
with the people's wail.
Let them enjoy the warmth of the padded room,
the soft white walls will swing their beds.
First your throat will hurt of screaming,
you'll miss the people's voices.
Skin painted white by abscence of sunlight,
but I won't feel guilty.
Let them enjoy the warmth of the padded room,
the soft white walls will swing their beds.
'Cause when you speak I can only hear (shit).
Now... now that you have no voice
your skin is fully covered
by all the scars your nails have shaped.
You are your own victim.
Let them enjoy the warmth of the padded room,
the soft white walls will swing their beds.
Let them enjoy the warmth of the padded room,
the soft white walls will swing their beds.
