pálíš jak červená paprika                                                                                                                                              chutnáš jak moje vina co mi leží v hlavě,                                                                                                                       vypluje na povrch tak nečekaně                                                                                                                                            nejde utlumit,nedá se s ní mluvit,nejde ven.                                                                                                                      sedíš mi na kroku,                                                                                                                                                        tahám tě z mýho mozku                                                                                                                                                tahám tě ven.                                                                                                                                                                   brečim si na zádech                                                                                                                                                          vracim se nazpátek                                                                                                                                                            vracíš mě zpět-do svědomí mých cílů,                                                                                                                                   do hloubky mých pocitů,do ukřivděných gest.