Remain for some time
Down here below
Allowing the doubt to feed upon me

And even the ones
Who’ve never been
Are climbing the wall up ahead.

I get up, start crawling
Into the same
Over and over and over again
Smelling the plastic
Smelling the spit
And smelling my own breath.

This is the last trick I’ll do
Sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking.

Vinglasset Bob, med en dæsj Amaraone. Bare rolig, det ordner seg.