Sit now 
Quiet,
Edge of forbidden nerve
Concentrate,
Fokus
We are battling a mirra’s army
Spirit of the ego, you are as heavy as the air
It’s nice to meet you,
I wanna tell you don’t exist
The earth is our witness, 
Sadartha

Seen it on my chest, callous on my heart
It grew negligent; 
know now you’re a vegetable;
Sick thing, leper 
growing in and on me
Cut off, let free, amputate, surgery
Sadartha, 
nature’s mother, 
you are my friend

Until we meet again...