Turning faces — an unreal rotating world
Slow movements — a fast and rumbling breath
Hairy spiders crawl up and down your veins
Hot winds — in the arctic night
Delirium tremens
Self destruction
One way of lost hope
Roaches creep out of your ears
Worse than your darkest fears
Coloured dots — block up the once so good sight
No pain — the body feel s numb and shakes
Fata Morgana — cars turn to cows and kids into apes
Delirium tremens
Self destruction
One way of lost hope
Funny visions — caressing the empty brain
Revelations — a new messiah has been born
The mountains break
The stones come down
A helpless feeling is gripping the halfeaten mind
Panic spreads
The brain commands
But it’s attempts to rule the body is doomed to fail
Vomiting bile — now here it is the end of the road
Last breath — the upshot? 5:OO to death!
Storms howl — the truth is that there is no wind
Insane thoughts — what is realand what is phantasy?
