Before leaving she looked at her reflection in a small mirror. She reminded herself some one-song singer from the early 1990's: a young girl with a leather choker and vulgar makeup. She really liked her proper nordic facial features though she thought her strict sight may scare people. But she was sure she will be spectacular tonight. Look out or don't, She is always a big surprise, The crimson steam in her head Is a skeleton key To the secret doors in your heart. Deep inside she's corrupted and faithless, She's looking for twisted, unconscious & tender love. You crave her lips But she's forever addicted to her pink dreams. Now the damage is done, She's a tyrant for your shattered mind. We shall breathe alone, We shall breathe alone, She shall breath alone, We all shall breathe alone. She sighed slightly. A serious and sad woman who prefers old-fashioned suits and black music. He has just listened to Otis like they did in that Alan Clarke's film, "The Road". It couldn't help her though. Well, let's see, she doesn't even know who she is. Her mind is like a flood of water, and she always has a notebook and a pencil in her pocket to write things she can't understand later. When friends called her she was looking at her reflection trying to believe it's herself. Take care of your feelings and thoughts, She's a ruthless hunter. That crimson steam in her head Is the password that unleashes The mysteries of your pink dreams. Her reality's hallucinating, Her senses are always run faster than her vicious life. She is rabies That kills every man or a girl by one touch. We shall breathe alone, We shall breathe alone, She shall breathe alone, We all shall breathe alone. She got to the party unintentionally. Some guy invited her yesterday. Next day she couldn't even remember his face. His name was... The first letter was definitely "B" — and that's enough. She never knows where and with whom she will wake up tomorrow. When she looks at herself she see no one. Once she asked a boy if she's alive. Then he called her a fucked up whore and kicked her outside. People say she's beautiful but she can't even imagine what she looks like. The party was ordinary for her. Maybe it's for good. One wrong turn And you find yourself in a stranger's bed. The crimson steam in her head Is the thing that erases The line between life and pink dreams. Conceptions and names are false, She is the lord of word meanings, And you must obey her rules. She's disconnected and self-deconstructive, And you are just a scheme for her. We shall breathe alone, We shall breathe alone, She shall breathe alone, We all shall breathe alone.

Out of mind, You can't hide from my control. Selfish freak, You'll gnaw my guts 'til I'm done. Tender creature, Put out the fire on my tongue. Damn vampire, I'm not that kind who sells own blood. You are wrong... No, you're right... No, you're wrong... No, you're right... Send me your odour in a letter, You will be my only killer, I believe you're always far, Hear war drums playing funerals. Send me your taste in a letter, You will be my only fever, We believe we're always strong, But hear drums singing burial. Dusted stars Rise above the battle field. The wildest beast, Bite me like I bit your hand. I victimize you When you chase me in the dark, You desecrate me When I Pray for coming back. You are wrong... No, you're right... No, you're wrong... No, you're right... Send me your odour in a letter, You will be my only killer, I believe you're always far, Hear war drums playing funerals. Send me your taste in a letter, You will be my only fever, We believe we're always strong, But hear drums singing burial. You are wrong... No, you're right... No, you're wrong... No, you're right... Send me your odour in a letter, You will be my only killer, I believe you're always far, Hear war drums playing funerals. Send me your taste in a letter, You will be my only fever, We believe we're always strong, But hear drums singing burial. You are wrong... No, you're right... No, you're wrong... No, you're right... You are wrong... No, you're right... No, you're wrong... No, you're right...

You look, You see Me not reflecting in your eyes, Curse me And rip off The stitches on my tattered wings. Turn on the lights To take me out of sight, Turn on the lights To take me out of sight. Winter seeds spill in my cunt Her nursery's my cage, She said: "Come here, The leader of the harlots". Turn on the lights To take me out of sight, Turn on the lights To take me out of sight. This is what you should not know: I'm sick of the place I call home, Film shreds capture my decay, I vomit on my love essay. This is what you better hear: Snowflakes cool down on your knees, Severe mountains turn me on, Harlot's marching to the storm. I'm a virgin for your teeth, It's an ancient rite of charity. Dive deep down the cave of dirt, This way's not so insecured. You are the enemy of mine... You are the enemy of mine... You are the enemy of mine... You are the enemy of mine... You are the enemy of mine... You are the enemy of mine... You look, You see Yourself in my transparent eyes, I am Made of glass, My heart's more fragile than yours. Turn on the lights To take me out of sight, Turn on the lights To take me out of sight. Turn on the lights To take me out of sight, Turn on the lights To take me out of sight. Turn on the lights To take me out of sight, Turn on the lights... Turn on the lights To take me out of sight, Turn on the lights To take me out of sight. Turn on the lights...