Your chest blocked with scars
Another doors to let enter the night
Your hands deep in his stomach
Searching for a way through a delicate fate
A net of flies on your face
Widow of a thousand deads
Your shoulder blade shows the way
Toward the hollow mountain
Oh...
Bite your pupil's finger
Another part of himself he'll give up
If he wants to go beyond distances
Without a doubt to cheat his heart
Your chest blocked with scars
Another doors to let enter the night
Your hands deep in his stomach
Searching for a way through a delicate and warm fate