Every single thing is static
In my nightmares iron skeletons want to touch me
Huddled up in a corner I hear just my mourn of a man
That step by step turns into a kid's mourn,
That step by step turns into a baby's mourn
That step by step turns into a fly's buzz...
What am I now?
(solo Hell:IO:Kabbalus)
His smell gives me nausea
And it's impressed in my mind
In between the dream and the refuse