E.-dead-Motion - Diary of Dreams

Long, lost faces jump off fences

Taste the fall on bloody lips

Sit up, bend down

Connect the masses

Grounded, reduced to soil

But still it’s up to you!

Feel, fake — reject my touch

Shiver, shake — don’t trust my language

But still it’s up to you!

How can you cope with rare conditions

That you’ve caused by yourself

Never try to understand me!

Never try to face my faces!