Wastes are on your body
By trying putting to pieces
The rest of your limbs
From top to bottom
Sordid and outrageous emanations
Scratching your sense
In memory of experiments you made on you
In memory of all sufferings you’d to endure
Out of breath, craw
ling through your mind
A kind of new life
It’s no use trying taking to flight
Do you really die ? Slow…
Irritating anesthesia
Drive your self-esteem to amputation
Assume the rip of the artery
And the scald of the skin
According to scientists
It was your own experience
Lost in your research
All this was – a product of your mind
Now you’ve the feeling that – All is a dream
Wastes are on your body
By trying putting to pieces
The rest of your limbs
From top to bottom
Sordid and outrageous emanations
Scratching your sense
In memory of experiments you made on you
In memory of all sufferings you’d to endure
Out of breath, crawling through your mind
A kind of new life
It’s no use trying taking to flight
Do you really die ? Slow…
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A kind of new life
It’s no use trying taking to flight
Do you really die ? Slow…
Irritating anesthesia
Drive your self-esteem to amputation
Assume the rip of the artery
And the scald of the skin
According to scientists
It was your own experience
Lost in your research
All this was – a product of your mind
Now you’ve the feeling that – All is a dream
Wastes are on your body
By trying putting to pieces
The rest of your limbs
From top to bottom
Sordid and outrageous emanations
Scratching your sense
In memory of experiments you made on you
In memory of all sufferings you’d to endure
Out of breath, crawling through your mind
A kind of new life
It’s no use trying taking to flight
Do you really die ? Slow…