Why do you have to be like this? That I could write a thousand lines, And I could never-ever tell, What I really feel inside, What I really feel inside, What I really feel inside. Not a river of living blood Can bring back what I behold, (A) parade of shadows crossed my heart Tracing my soul into pieces, (And) one by one (they) fall to the ground Of what now, I see far to reach out. Satin white, candle lights, Incense, cinnamon fragrance. Sexy thing, sexy thing So much beauty, from within. Fragile, proud, untouchable. Lying, pain, pain, pain. Locked doors, a corridor, Light of dawn. Sexy thing, sexy thing... So much beauty, from within. Blade of knife, cold as ice. Feel the heat, Nooooo! Release the beast, frenetic cause. Burning, desire. Primal instincts, satisfied. Blood on hands, Nooooo! (Red on white) I can't hear you! (Locked soul) I can't hear you! (Furniture) I can't hear you! (Set free) I can't hear you!