I Iook at your window
I see you get undressed
murderous white body
on murderous white bed
I look at your window
when you sleep at night
and your room fills up with
scratches of street light
Here we go
straighten by caffeine
no regrets
´'cause neither of us is clean
holy guardians watch for
your perfect litftle life
organized by sections
like precious merchandize
I look at your window
static mademoiselle
your are the kind that gets through
in this happy hell
Here we go
straighten by caffeine
no regrets
´'cause neither of us is clean
I look at your window
tiny lighten cell
so afraid to find that
I just see myself