i'm looking into your eyes. everything has changed! time stands still, and i feel your cold hands with thin fingers digging into my skin. one cut, one damn cigarette, and i dive into my world. are you ready to look at it with all your coldness and justifications?

i'm suffocating! were we made like this? or did we become like this ourselves? justification has become our nature. no punishment from the heavens will cleanse our minds and desires. two persons, back to back. which one is real? your cold fingers squeeze my bones and get closer and closer to my heart.

so what? are you ready to say my name? if not, keep my name out of your mouth! you should know only one thing: the doors of my abode are always open to guests, and it will be an excellent party!