作词 : R., Ratzinger, Welling ...
He loves me on the operating table 
A filthy mask filtering 
No reflection there 
In those sunken diamonds eyes 
Reaching out from the cold 
Dr. Thodt 
His smile stretches for a mile 
Across his bloody mask 
Down the white coat spilling 
I need treatment 
Reaching out from the cold 
Dr. Thodt