[Words: Tor Magne, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel]

Again I stare

Without really being able to

-Illusions

The verity terrifies

The dreams, the lies I deify

In despair I fail to understand

Whether the dreams create the scruples

Or the other way around

As the eyes begin to sting

I am swallowed by an abstract state

The spirit of indifference is here

Apathetic, searching

The sorrow feels preposterous

Within this psychotic chaos

The will smoothers

With the spew from the past

Weakened I dry out the faith

And then kiss its forehead

Uncertain

Slavering

This inner desperation is sort of religious

(Apocalyptic)

No clammy hands can alter me

My God

Alleviate the many distressed

I firmly proclaim

Hand out the water to those who thirst