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Behind the window you're making cobweb

Over the picture in shape of my heart

And after all the hard tests I come to be the one

Your pulse rolls my impulse

Your tears my eyes

Your hands my body

Your lips my story

Your steps my slow killers

Hurry up

Kill me

Behind the window you're making circles

That go away out of my reach

Up in my brain I’m coming through

My rhythm comes from behind the window

Your tears my eyes

Your hands my body

Your lips my story

Your steps my slow killers

Kill

Kill

Me