As I lie here and stare
The fabric starts to tear
It's far beyond repair
And I don't really care

En la palma de la mano tendremos la luna, 

si nos place.

Si te vas- es como si no existieras,

y como si tampoco yo existiera.

Miro la marca del cuchillo:

¿sanará antes 

de que venga otro extraño

a pedirme agua?

Marina Tsvietáieva

The line begins to blur, Nine Inch Nails

No one's heard a single word I've said
They don't sound as good outside my head

All the love in the world, Nine Inch Nails