I was born rubbing the wrong lamp Since day one Éfrit took my hand Teenage depression, black metal and flames In a cloud of cheap hashish Just slice me my friend My blood dripping, dripping, dripping... Éfrit chose me as her son Years have passed Éfrit is still there As the day turns into night I am smoking my brain My soul sinking, sinking, sinking.... Éfrit chose me as her son Down, cast out In the maze of my head Smoking for a way out A way out from myself Éfrit chose me as her son