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