were going inside were going inside
were going in sound were going insane
lost betwen begining and end
buried. seven feet underground.
this phonix with his fire wings
flys through time and sound
sun ra shining in black armor,
dont let silence take me down
falling of a feather when youl crash youl feel much-better
hey heroin hey suger in a dream, nothing is what it seams, yet
"am i here?"