Like an angel from the sky
you awaken deep feelings high...

I gotta brain full of demons
haunting me down...

When my friend sees me
he swells and pants like a frog...

These white-black ragged walls
stop me from coming ashore...

Though am young, and cannot tell
Either what Death or Love is well...

Son of my mother has fought,
Unsuccessfully with death...

The way you make me feel
You make my heart and soul ill...

There she lay in a pool of blood,
Speared and maimed...