Hole
I'm not that far away from the knife
Even this distance is lovely
Please freeze my malice.
Rape me in that cold eye and kindness.
My beloved things grow and rot in this "humidity"
Soon this depression will follow the shadows
Pile up the creeping numbers so that you can bite through them
I remember the things that make myself satisfied
There's no malice in the voice of torn greed
I deposit my repentance in this song
I seem to be entrusted lovingly Even now
I wonder after how many lies it will end
I am captivated by unconsciousness
Is your doubt hidden by caresses (?)
Foolish brain
It knows
Please freeze my malice.
Rape me in that cold eye and kindness.
This is the last lie
My beloved things grow and rot in this "humidity"
Soon this depression will follow the shadows
Pile up the creeping numbers so that you can bite through them
I remember the things that make myself satisfied
There's no malice in the voice of torn greed
I deposit my repentance in this song
My beloved things are rotting with Speed
I can't turn back twice
I am dreaming
I am falling
