I can hear myself howl when the window's rungs com
Finding my spirit again, I open my eyes, Anthéa's hand is in mine
I see myself through her, terrified, I push back their hands
Mugged by these words Anthéa thrown onto me
start to gnaw my shoulder
my blood's view in her mouth sickens me
Pity for her who meets quickly like a prisoner. Pity for her in her never-ending hand-held folder
Finding my spirit again, I open my eyes, Anthéa's hand is in mine
I see myself through her, terrified, I push back their hands
Mugged by these words Anthéa thrown onto me
start to gnaw my shoulder
my blood's view in her mouth sickens me
Pity for her who meets quickly like a prisoner. Pity for her in her never-ending hand-held folder