Frankness of the pressthroated person... — текст песни (V.i.p.s.)

It`s my arm and it`s my beauteful eye
My compassion and my running sing
On and on I hear the noise inside me
I think to keep it or not to keep
I was born with a beast, with a hole.
Soul is hole

Enemy lives by my body
He steals my happiness
I don`t belong to me

Blackness... Whiteness
Black pale on the fate
Blister...
Fortune...
Shadow...
Pickles...
Wind.
Take him away from me

Enemy lives by my body
He steals my happiness
I don`t belong to me