When there is a storm inside And your feet don't touch the earth And you are trying to take fog Into the tragedy of a moment Your sleepy awareness Giving out that screaming tone You stay hammered Under the screaming bells And you wanna move the different spheres And new taste of face Chained under the rush of your thoughts Your questions, your indecisive decisions You concentrate on this movement Into dying Great moments of dying Intoxicating nonsense for dreams Hands fondling your breast The light hands Stop the feeling And hold it for the upcoming moments