| clinging to your soul | |
| They reach you from far | |
| Sucked onto a hole | |
| Resisting is war | |
| The unwanted trip begins | |
| Off beam, bedevilled | |
| You're struck by mystery | |
| The meaning of this remains out of sight | |
| What is it all in aid of? | |
| Estranged and wandered | |
| abstruse, this state is recondite | |
| Dark blurs in the waving space | |
| Negative undulations in the light | |
| Time to face a shapeless race | |
| fluid spectres you will have to fight | |
| Intricate | |
| Estranging intromission | |
| Highly confused | |
| estranging obscuration | |
| We are now returning to the matter | |
| Far away, we're in another world | |
| We are now returning to the matter | |
| Far away, we're in another world | |
| Yonder is hiter | |
| But you know you're elsewhere | |
| Somwhere you have never been | |
| What is it all in aid of? | |
| What is this? | |
| Something your eyes have never seen | |
| Dark blurs in the waving space | |
| Negative undulations in the light | |
| Time to face a shapeless race | |
| fluid spectres you will have to fight |