Из альбома: Les Chansons Neurotiques
I step into the darkness
Preparing for the light
I do expect the hardest
and defered out of sight
I still sense the different
darker kinds of meat
I try to feel the distance
between ground and feet
Sometimes it seems to me
this little invition
you're simling down on me
without retaliation
the purpose comes within
with different dependicies
I step into a room
with mirrors of disguise
My theets begin to flinker
My Fingers become eyes