Plan this journey to the end. The pressure is offensive.nSomething caught inside, but nothing you could revive.nScratch your name in fairy lights, in the letter of the law.nWhen you're so polite, it makes me move like Superfly.nnNo matter what you sell, I still buy it, I still buy it.nYour devastating eyes justifies it, justifies it.nNo, no, no, I demand to stop!nnOxygen,nTravelling in oxygen,nStraight to the heart of it,nAnd then I forget everything I am breathing in.nNever had an eyewitness - nobody sees you floating throughnOxygen.nnPlan this journey to the end.nBefore, you were a friend;nWon't it come again?nWhen will it come again, come again?