1. A circle drawn by naivety
Inside there is the ability
To concentrate on your smell
Found your self on a shelf

2. Existing `bove the universe
And at last youŽll be the first
Who goes that far who gets too close
But mirrors wonŽt reflect a ghost!

3. So fatal is the dream to "be"
Wheels turn out endlessly
Logical evolution
Starting to gleam

4. Frozen stones as tired hearts
Scratching and inflaming scars
In a non glare reality
In a silver cube you dream to be


A shiver in the trees
Spirits without disease
No puppets telling lies
No leers behind their eyes

No chains
No cold
No fear
No pain

The sky is breaking up


signs of human times
dark angel
liaison with a wolf
lunatic fanatic
respawn redemption