There's a flaming candle in my dirty and trembling hand
I can't see anything and I don't know where I stand;
There's something crawling on the floor and fear has such 
a smell
I'd be grateful to anyone if he could tell me where I am

Maybe if I get closer to these walls, maybe I'll 
understand
Low frequencies are breathing slow and walls have turned 
into red
What the hell this place is made of?
And why am I feeling so bad?

Now that I've burned a piece of stone
and consciousness lighted up my head
Now that I've burned it I understand
My true love is dead

This was my lover's heart and I've been slowling killing 
her
to understand one lover's heart is what makes things go 
bad