(Composição: Fredrik Thordendal e Tomas Haake) It's time to go into the me below My morbid self beneath A peril trip the last way out I spin as I let go In spirals down the narrow lines Passing through my aura Spit me out into my mind A journey through disease I'm behind my cynic eyes That stare but can not see The sickness in me... Beneath I fall in untruthful me the essence of My thoughts Swirling in a thousand vows endless Truth less What am I this me beneath A vain organic lie That rules me from inside Immobile now I bow before reality itself It's substance moving through my eyes My life is transferred once suffused upon My mind the view erases burns inside And then another fall I plunge into a well of lies a cold Perennial flow the vortex of my soul
