[Words: Tor Magne, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel]
Again I stare
Without really being able to
-Illusions
The
verity terrifies
The dreams, the lies I deify
In despair I fail to understand
Whether the dreams create the scruples
Or the
other way around
As the eyes begin to sting
I am swallowed by an abstract state
The spirit of indifference is
here
Apathetic, searching
The sorrow feels preposterous
Within this psychotic chaos
The will smoothers
With the spew
from the past
Weakened I dry out the faith
And then kiss its forehead
Uncertain
Slavering
This inner desperation is
sort of religious
(Apocalyptic)
No clammy hands can alter me
My God
Alleviate the many distressed
I firmly proclaim
Hand
out the water to those who thirst