Fingers are black from nails
Hands are swollen from hammer
I crucified my own dreams
Mirrors hang everywhere
Whenever I say something
I discuss to myself
Naive child I am
Thinking that
Sameone will listen my words
In my head
Prada began to undress
With a crazy devil
But they dress in suits
Gentlemen on high stools
Tying balls to my feet
They would like to erase me
But instead of this
I feel that the background disappears behind me
