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