Candid impression Obscenties obscured Apologetically turning away The awakaned stream of thoughts Hallucination sedatives The burden of reset Supermarket sentiments I never tried to wipe away the tears Intensified conclusions There is no turning back The charcoal breath of age has stained my face Salivating, now aroused The feelings once oppressed Crumbling in the emptiness In darkness, I want to see you fall Intense movement Profferring glycerine hopes Your hands obstruct the words I want to stay Neurobeat Neurobeat Neurobeat Neurobeat I wanna see you fall