When his eyes are closed:
Nailing my incandescent thoughts A procession of fleshly numbers
"Who are you looking for? What are you looking at?"
The real and inexplicable The confetti of their thoughts
They're dead and dropping You must learn, we are all pawns On this hopeless chessboard;
"Maybe you don't know my face But well you know my name Dressed in white, smiling Desiring to bring me back to her
Where the price to one is: And pain to the other is:
Here is my contorted face Smiles, masks, lifeless confetti Wandering through the catacombs of life Desperately I plunge into the whirl Wandering through the catacombs of life Slowly I fall into the whirl of