A suction through the ground Is pulling him down The unbearable heat Melts his feet
The traps has gnawed through These minutes are untrue Death is so near Can it end this fear
Limbs are dying out Far off the doctor shouts "Keep away from the bed Let him be soon he`ll be dead!"
Now he`s drifting through a sharp scarlet light From the exhausting day to a peaceful night This is the end of mess and complexity Beyond the fragmentic world and fatality
Floating as a falcons wing in a clear blue sky The pleasure he`s feeling now, it`s the way to die Released from his flesh and bones, only lumps of cream Close to existence, it`s just a dream?