Reflections, like a souvenir,
Hide in time and disappear

cause of enormous devastation
An infernal creation

This is a sketch of life…
No face, no tears, no smile…
Hollow shell but nothing more –
doesn’t feel, doesn’t hurt…

Of shreds and patches I sew a new fiend
Without a soul, without smell… [bad word] to life right in my hands,
She’ll never die and never goes away
and never goes away

Show me your devilish smile, show me how you grin,
Show sharp teeth and make me bleed…
Show sharp teeth and teach me to scream…

This is a sketch of life…
No body, no death, no time…
She is your antidote -
doesn’t feel, doesn’t hurt…

She is your antidote -
doesn’t feel, doesn’t hurt…

Of shreds and patches I sew a new fiend
Without a soul, without smell…
She laughs right in my face,
She’ll never stop and never goes away
and never goes away