She knows no pity, knows no bounds:
To torture me appears to give her pleasure;
She teases me again just for good measure;
And while I crawl towards the light
Originating from the window pane,
A former source of endless night,
A song starts playing, driving me insane –
Her laughs and cries are dreadful sounds.
She looks at me with great distaste:
She holds me in contempt, tremendous passion;
Prepares with gruesome care the torture session;
And while I scream in awful pain
Originating from her torture tool,
A sparkle gives away the flame
That still keeps burning in this lovesick fool –
She spits her anger in my face.
She wants to break me on the wheel:
Her look condemns me to another hell;
The ninth world holds the darkest prison cell;
And while I suffer all her hate
Originating from her burning rage,
I know what to anticipate,
The essence of this very day and age –
She has a heart of stone cold steel.