The light of the sun – is so cold down here
 My dirty desert tongue – licking like dogs forever
 Open wounds never heal – for a slave in its flesh
 The scent of joy we feel – naked soul [bad word] 

 It's all empty – it's all white
 It's all empty – empty as the sky 

 Silence & happiness in one – but way too many insects
 You, yours and all of them – you are all like rats
 Crawl into the light cold – celebrate your new skin
 Dead and clean to the wound – An escapee of all sins