Q u i e t

What's Winter doing in my room?
May be wrong, but it came too early this year...
Among rapists, under wine-colored skies,
Pale housewives do their best - to survive...

THEN LOVE CAME AND BROKE THE TV
THINGS TURNED WORSE THAN THEY USED TO BE
A WRECKED SOUL WITH CRACKED HULL IS GETTING NEAR
A FEVERISH GHOST WITH EYES FULL OF EPILEPSY

No longer ask for me to stay,
Don't even care, what could you say?
The calendar displays the Sundays like scars
And it's so quiet, so quiet up here...

I KNOW YOU´LL LEAVE THE MACHINE I´VE BECOME
AND THAT YOU KNOW ANOTHER WORD FOR "HOME"
I WISH I COULD HAVE TASTED THINGS THAT YOU HAVE WASTED
I WILL TRY TO DENY...
I WILL TRY TO DENY...
I WILL TRY TO DENY...

[I can't remember my name
Who the hell gives a damn, anyway?
I can't remember my name...
Who the hell I am? Who the hell I am, in the end?]