Murder [bad word] essential in preserving the worlds beyond within
 Last night I slept with mother earth
 She [bad word] my precious [bad word] 
 Now night breeds the flock of stillborn thoughts
 There's nothing more
 Flesh and soul are but words
 Insomniacs transparent phantasms

 Worlds within worlds
 Unchanging chemistry and science
 Sleep for you'll never see any of me
 No..

 Now I'm standing under bloody rain
 I wish I had had words, but they never came

 Now i'm standing beside the dead
 I wish I had had something I've never imagined
 You're just one, one among others
 They're taking me away..
 Away for good