| Song | Sixth Sense |
| Artist | Eyeless in Gaza |
| Album | Caught In The Flux |
| Outline; bland and forlorn... | |
| a palpitation, a heartbeat murmur... | |
| you stand inert, | |
| frozen and harsh... | |
| you twist in confinement, anticipatory... | |
| you shield your mouth | |
| under cover of hand; | |
| looking as if from an oriental land... | |
| and you finger the surface; | |
| slight and shallow barbed in its significance... | |
| glib and callow, with a continuous indefinable | |
| thirsting for that which you cannot beg | |
| steal or borrow... |