The house was empty As soon as she saw Her naked body Leaving the floor You can feel the life As an intense breeze The wound made by the knife It's red, thick and sweet It's red, thick and sweet There's nothing you could do To understand the fact Of living on the edge Of what is not Of what is not Your sweet body lacerated is now At the unspeakable climax On the edge Of what is not Of what is not There's nothing you could do To understand the fact Of living on the edge Of what is not Of what is not And your eyes full of light Behind the veil There was only a gasp You don't catch the tale? You don't catch the tale? You don't want to see? You don't want this gift? There's a non-place inside of me You don't want to see? You don't want this gift? There's a non-place inside of me Inside of me