- cifra   
  
      
   Dress the part, it's storytelling time 
    Sharpen your knives 
 Watering mouths 
 Clean your plates for some tender I   
 Tell me, how the story ends now?   
 Come home, come see our place 
 Our labyrinth, you keep pace 
 We push the boundaries 
 So the rules are bent 
 So it's give and take   
 Come wallow in my sorrow 
 Breathe your air into my lungs 
 What hides in my shadow? 
 My worst fear is real life   
 Tell me, how the story ends now?