All that I need Is to bleed like her 
And [bad word] her childhood 
That I need  [bad word] my soul and to let my body go . 

Feeling indeed that to bleed is wrong 
For such a lovely child 
To release 
On my knees I crawl 
And let my body go. 

Now you'll never gonna be the same I said 
Then electricity came through her 
And my misery had changed the world 
My little woman is to blame, she's nailed 
By curiosity of human who obsessively just tried to help. 

And then he came 
God of shame 
Wearing her dress 
Sharing her name . 

What wil he bring 
Of solemn place? 

He has my face.