Heat full of pain in my throut
And the look is freezing
Lock the cage, where is locked
Fire, soul and cheating
You‘d create me and model myself
From the evil and goodness
Make it again – again if you can
Same what you keep in foolness
Everything is done already
Will flow down, ahead
Everything, what is not ready
It might be too late
If I could see me in opposite way
While I‘m sitting alone
In silence, or sound, I don‘t care, it‘s OK
Please leave my soul alone
Everything is done already
Will flow down, ahead
Everything, what is not ready
It might be too late