My rollerblind is down
and all the birds seems dead
I'm focused on a sound
it's warping in my head

The bells are out of time
yet my clock is ticking
from my sleepless sublime
my senses are slipping
In a dark and dusky room
an eye can seldom stall
Gleams of light combined with gloom
makes shadows on the wall

You can't make out the figure
but you know that it's there
and this is what will trigger
a dream or a nightmare
I tried to watch it upside down
but couldn't move a muscle
a trident and a scornful frown..
is this some kind of puzzle?

Feeble screeching from a train
that silently roared by
turned into laughter so insane
an instant wish to die
penetrated every sense
my physique's ever known
suddenly my body’s tense
and now it's on it's own

Finally I figured out
why I veiled my vision
where restless souls grieve endless rout
I fall into perdition...