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do wrong move night looks at my body defenseless stupid
turn off the lights to listen to the city to try to remember who I am in these sounds
catch each rustle look at it to find the answer or not light up
afraid to dress down the stairs to fear change room street

accelerate the step to think of as a child by any chance you do not have time someone dies
ten nine one two three four lane and the last turn
or if the picture on the monitor will change faster than pass the intersection
something nasty grabs me in the dark and I dissolve in the stuffy air

wrong ideas will leave the pavement gently takes not afraid of random people
do not miss the moment and the place where waiting for the best of all possible fates
dial the full light air compressed to speed through the void in front
in the darkness and into the light what I was doing three wake up and my plate

everything outside of the track - a dream.
learn to speak instead of "I" - "he"
carefully separated from the features of the human ...
sleep - everything outside this track

all that is this track - and there was not.
to go beyond the "up / down", "black / white"
Open your eyes and see the reality was only under the eyelids ...
There is nothing outside of the track.

Early morning, chilly, it's spring or autumn, from dry trees bud?
Birds circling, not realizing depart or return. Leaving quietly, one by one -
All the matches were short, all the coins dropped edge.
I woke up and jabbed his finger in the face - on his cheek remained thawed patch.

The sun hangs over the empty streets, a helpless and sad,
Ritually go underground: listen to the sound, buy a ticket somewhere, so as not weaned
Soul be in the body, so the body has not forgotten the basic function:
Breathe, look, move, distinguish themselves from all of whose pain can not be felt.

From everything that happened to be on the other side of the skin.
Where did this habit - to think that life is better than no life.
I was just a snail crawling on a sharp razor, razor sharp.
That was my dream. This is my nightmare. I crawl, I'm in a slip and stay alive.

everything outside of the track - a dream.
learn to speak instead of "I" - "he"
carefully separated from the features of the human ...
sleep - everything outside this track

all that is this track - and there was not.
to go beyond the "up / down", "black / white"
Open your eyes and see the reality was only under the eyelids ...
There is nothing outside of the track.