| Incorporeal magnets pulling me from every side | |
| Obnubilation tries to throw me into its vortex | |
| Psychic whirl of thoughts feeding the storm inside | |
| Threshold of madness, situation getting complex | |
| Pulling obstacles on my pathways to relief | |
| Disruptions try to lead my soul into a pitfall | |
| In the grip of lies, broken dreams and disbelief | |
| Where can i find the needed help to climb this high wall? | |
| Hidden in the thinker's lair | |
| The only place where i feel free | |
| Sheltering from winds of despair | |
| Trying to know who i have to be | |
| Taking breaths of inner air | |
| I srcutinize inside of me | |
| To return i will dare | |
| Now i prepare my repartee | |
| Watching, thinking, analysing | |
| Watching, thinking, analysing | |
| Incorporeal magnets pulling me from every side | |
| Obnubilation abducts my life and makes it complex | |
| Psychic whirl of thoughts, but this time i will not hide | |
| Exhilirated by the will to avoid the vortex | |
| I'm back from the thinker's lair | |
| Returning where i have to be | |
| Back from the thinker's lair | |
| And i've prepared my repartee | |
| I'm back from the thinker's lair |