

And six months later the hydra rose again, an old head added to the offspring beast. Jesper Skarin, ex-drummer, now of Fingerspitzengefühl fame, returned to the room and brought bass.
We woke up in the cradle of rock with books in our hands wasting no time eternally rolling the dice of the noise drenched riff
Sleeping with my eyes open
My back burns, stomach turns
Walking through that narrow passage
My head spins, twisted limbs
Those ghosts pull me out of myself
True delusion, no solution
Taking me back to a closed room
I like it here, drenched in fear
I have hundreds of ideas
But it´s like talking to the walls
I pick one from the bucket
Read it out loud
This is my human weakness
All too vague, don´t even pray
Leading another one´s life
Intertwined, must confide
Tumbling walls become a pattern
Fake appears, very clear
Wide awake but seeing nothing
Thoughts burn, will never learn
I have hundreds of ideas
But it´s like talking to the walls
I pick one from the bucket
Read it out loud
I have to talk about real things
Like death and abstractions
Something proper to set my mind on
Something I can touch