They have the edge on me Down, the echoes of their lies Tonight I'm awaiting trail Down, I see conspiracy Leading me to death No, I am not Simòne Down, the only way to escape And Now the sentence is only me I surrender to our fate, Turned into a nightmare I'm the Tenant (of) Third Floor Next to oppressive faces Within a second I am dead Shadows over me Hallucinations now reveal Our final thought In the shadows We will find What We were searching for Trelkovsky...