Shrunk in the inner circle The groaning cannot be heard A bad strategy in a naive space To listen to the erective instincts Bloodied from the sense of guilt She's making her way Out of the blind alley The anguish of a touch reaching over our understanding It is like a hammer blast Which changes completely the perception of her life She's afraid of looking into her own eyes Bloodied from the sense of guilt She's making her way Out of the blind alley