We want
We want your mind control
Feeling brain sucked through a pipe
Cutting pasting of the soul

Pluck out my eyes
If my eyes offend you
Stratify my spine
And fill my lungs with glass

Mental causeway
One more hit for the enemy bastard
Mental causeway
One more hit for the enemy bastard

Wishing for some ice
Wishing from inside
Full of electrodes
Living in a world FULL of white

We are connected
So connected
You live my memories
And I recall everything

Mental causeway
One more hit for the enemy bastard
Mental causeway
One more hit for the enemy bastard

There’s no gravity
Is this heaven
My dreams are full of silver
And I can’t stop floating

I’m not a centipede

GO BACK