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?
