She cries til it's bright, til the sun is shining in the summertime

She's dry, had no tears to cry, then daylight starts attacks

Against her muddy eyes

She's tired of this life, no summersun can help her

'bout the sorrow in her mind



When the spoon is hot and the needle searches for a way

She's turning back to live and to feel like a queen

When the stuff is over and the nightlight sucks the day

She's longing to drift and to push the time away

When the money's over and she sells herself as shame

Her unconscious state remains an psycho circle game



She screams for a scene that she saw herself on the TV-Screen

She was steam, ash grey steam, but now she's going black

And it fades for free

She must sleep, her body's weak but she is powerless

Against her fast heartbeat



When the spoon is hot...



She screams: please help me! Her friends go down this same way

They're no medicine



When the spoon is hot...