(words/music by Francesca Ortolani)

Touching a skin of stones
As cold as my naked bones
When you hold me tight, hold me tight
When you hold me tight, hold me tight

I don't feel anything
I don't feel anymore
All my senses were turned off
All the things you say are empty words
I don't live in any place
I don't live anymore
I'm the object of your hate
The more you see the more you enjoy

Touching a skin of stones

Nothing is much more than me
The whole world is worther for you
There is nothing waiting for me
And you wish I could die soon

Touching a skin of stones

I'm smaller than a little seed
I'm colder than a little stone
I'm whiter than an empty page
I'm stupid like a useless word