Turning faces, an unreal rotating world
Slow movements, a fast and rumbling breath
Hairy spiders crawl up and down your veins
Hot winds in the arctic night
Delirium tremens
Self destruction
One way of lost hope
Roaches creep out of your ears
Worse than your darkest fears
Coloured dots block up the once so good sight
No pain the body feel s numb and shakes
Fata Morgana, cars turn to cows and kids into apes
Delirium tremens
Self destruction
One way of lost hope
Funny visions caressing the empty brain
Revelations a new messiah has been born
The mountains break
The stones come down
A helpless feeling is gripping the halfeaten mind
Panic spreads
The brain commands
But it's attempts to rule the body is doomed to fail
Vomiting bile, now here it is the end of the road
Last breath, the upshot? 5: OO to death!
Storms howl, the truth is that there is no wind
Insane thoughts, what is realand what is phantasy?
