I look around
All the faces on the ground
The faces seem to be made of wax
All the eyes out of life
The walls so red
My thoughts turn to black
All the men they are moving so slow
People staring at the scene
The tears so cold
Policemen talking about what happened
A woman's shout
Something's wrong here
I open the door
The walls
Can't enter this floor
Just one moment
I can see your face
It seems to be
Made of wax
Made of wax
Can't enter this floor