Paroles
The house was empty
As soon as she saw
Her naked body
Leaving the floor
You can feel the life
As an intense breeze
The wound made by the knife
It's red, thick and sweet
It's red, thick and sweet
There's nothing you could do
To understand the fact
Of living on the edge
Of what is not
Of what is not
Your sweet body lacerated is now
At the unspeakable climax
On the edge
Of what is not
Of what is not
There's nothing you could do
To understand the fact
Of living on the edge
Of what is not
Of what is not
And your eyes full of light
Behind the veil
There was only a gasp
You don't catch the tale?
You don't catch the tale?
You don't want to see?
You don't want this gift?
There's a non-place inside of me
You don't want to see?
You don't want this gift?
There's a non-place inside of me
Inside of me