You can stop 
this pressure in me
And you don`t know
How bloody arms feel
 [bad word] you in your perfect world [bad word] you with your perfect world

You can call me
Sick and black
Its not my turn
To kiss your [bad word] Call me [bad word] And call me [bad word] You never feel
My hate and lust

You can see
This fear in me
And you don´t call
If I need
 [bad word] you in your perfect world [bad word] you with your perfect world...