She floats in formalin
She will not come - it tore the dog
Armature scored skinheads
Cracked treacherous ice
Her hands were not prepared to fight
And she did not want to win
Now I'll instead
She floats in formalin
Imperfection of the lines
Moving gradually
I have her face, her name
The same blue sweater
Nobody noticed the substitution
She will not come - his hands were in the snake hole
Head in a hoets' nest
A spin in the ant heap
I will - I'm from a stronger test
I deserve to occupy a place
I'm doing much better
She floats in formalin
Moving gradually
In the dim, white mist
I have her face, her name
Nobody noticed the substitution
Check keys in your pocket
I'm sure something is not the game
I do not know who these people are
I smile a little strange
I suspect it is not - other
I do not know what will
Himself sick or drunk
She floats in formalin
Imperfection of the lines
Moving gradually
I have her face, her name
The same blue sweater
Nobody noticed the substitution
She floats in formalin
Moving gradually
In the dim, white mist
I have her face, her name
Nobody noticed the substitution
Check keys in your pocket
