and the men like you
don´t ever make a move
they don´t bother to give us a gaze

the ex queen is dead
for noone else to succeed

and the men like you
they never give answers
they are a hard stone to choose
as a lover
for tonite

but when I see you I don´t want any other life
any different life

there is the chain over my mind

we who came here from a dry desert
we fought to surrender again
to worship stones, aliving statues, living in cold
with solitude´s breath behind our backs
we carved the letters led by a heavenly desire
wanted to be taken care of  in the warmth

we were calling for the union of the unwanted, despised

but when I see you I can´t live any other life

tasting  lust of the skin
craving for Eden

we´ll be standing against this evil
I´m bringing you  the rare of it
so then tell me all  about
what does it feel like
to have this power over me..

...some of you would say
I am an easy prey
some of you would claim
walking on my terrain

and I shiver when I see
what has been there left of me
it takes a time it takes a diftferent view
to see the particle that was you
it takes a time it takes a need
to see the atom that once was me...