Lowered winding look, and obscure wet soundnThe more swirling the more craze in your dancenWinding slowly, you give a gazenIt's partly because you are weak,nisn't it better to have your fingers in your mouth?nLies coming rear, I think I'm going to be broken upnThrowing away all the mirrors, tack them back of the doornAnyway, after some violent moments, you'd be crackednIt's won't take too long for you to stopnYou'll vomit, trying to to seize a headless image of futurenI'll open the doorsnAnd I'll stub younThat will fill your fantastynHey, I'll penetrate it.