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

i-

am

-here

i-

am

-here

"am i here?"