Those tar colored slimy talks are dripping from your mouth,
She is coming after you on these marks,
She is still the same,
but time is not,
Your aghast wandering is not the same,
the dead body on your shoulders is not the same,
there is no end of this,
and she is still following you,

oh, you can't take this,
it's burning you,
you loose your temperament,
turn around and speak the words I put in your mouth,
"For God's sake Eurydice,
Stop Following me."

then, there is she, there is you,
and there is me on your shoulders.