Come back to meI'm not that made of stonesI'm not the oneWho used to it beforeI will be wiseWe will live joyfullyThe other guysWill never come for moreBut don't ask me where I got this blood...I would have killedEveryone on our roadWe will be quietWe will be all aloneDon't cut your stringsIt's for your own good, you knowOutside the worldIs not a place for youBut don't ask me where I got this blood...But don't ask me where I found this knifeDon't be afraidIt's me my loveYou think I changedBut God is ours aboveI will tie you on our bedI will tie you on our floorI will tie you on our wallsI will tie you on our graveSo we'll be together isolatedSo you'll learn the word : isolateSo we'll be together isolatedFor love, for GodJust like you and IJust like youEnd.