Belts and shoes are worn to hide the stars that spark
The Saturn spite I put it in a coffin, hide it
All his fears are made up of red Iodine
The taste is my unveiling

I'm not crawling back into my cave
Giving all that's mine inside his mouth

Bye, bye I say to my backstabbing sister
She is here behind the undermining monster
Bye, bye I say to my self proclaiming vulture
She's embraced by all the foreign cultures

My cave, sweet cave