-Prepare to evacuate soul-
Five.
I was wondering, maybe a real dead body, lying in my bed, wearing my clothes, thinking my thoughts; maybe he could talk and walk like a gentlemen.
Four.
In a real way, in real time, timing means nothing, a reason for living, means dead, dead means freedom, freedom is relative, a long word for "unspeakable".
Three.
Hordas de demenciales mounstros cierran sobre mi, vestidos de mi aliento congelado; en un gelido cuarto de un hotelucho de quinta, sobre sabanas que hablan de promesas y amores fluviales como la vida.
Two.
Cabalgan sobre llanos campos de trigo; mis pensamientos viajan en suavidades del destino, verdaderas percepciones de una sintetica existencia dedicada al ocio y a la nada.
One.
I step forward into the cave. There i find my power animal, "My younger me"; the one that was full of life, the one that matter what would happen if someone knew about the blood in my hands. It was mine, my blood.