Somewhere between the trees and somewhere between the lights, there dies an isolation, the last try of a birth... Eyes full of serum, that makes me blind, that makes me lucky, somewhere between the trees... Somewhere between the trees and somewhere between the lights, there dies a resignation, the last try of a cure... Eyes full of serum, that makes me numb, that makes me happy, somewhere between the trees... Poison in the veins of a nightmare... Hunting an full of love...