Tortuous path we go, some questions seem absurd
 unknown space above, undefined position

 Nameless among the crowd, weightless steps on the ground
 being alert and concealed, keeping eyes on sidewalk, sealed lips

 Sever your desiccated roots grown into the asphalt

 Gleam at the bottom of the heart, we've been shown the plans,
 we are trapped in towns, we will take what remains, 
 urban plastic grey, where will we hide our [bad word] 

 As melted hailstones, burning on the sleet
 our souls are [bad word] with spiders and leeches,
 reduction of the senses, carve the meridian

 My chest is the centre of every desert [bad word] 
 Sink into my bones, annul epidermic loss
 every death inside harmonizes with rebirth

 I'm a ghost of fingerprints, in cyanide I drowned my dreams,
 I'm pushing, I'm carrying my solitude under the sun
 cleanse my terrifying fears and mount your love

 I drank the air to choke with words
 that hole absorbs the regurgitations of my soul 
 of each breath you take I'm afraid of the storm
 I'm an abstract dancer with icy flesh

 Scanning darkened lands
 blinds who moan along the way
 void washes over me
 mechanized vertebrae
 forced to speak in an undertone
 wriggling on the frontier 
 between sleep and waking
 going beyond the line.