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?



During the end...



Breaking through...

Breaking through...

Breaking through...

Breaking through...



Breaking through...

Breaking through...

Breaking through...

Breaking through