I ask the blind puppeteer
could i buy your puppet...
Spiritual Sensations
spiritual sensations...
I move like the shadows of night
i kill like the sea's of might...
My back is up against this wall
I don't know where to turn...
I am just a single white dot
And my heart and soul scream...
I'm breaking and shaking
I see darkness in the making...
[Intro]
Our sins are our desires...
Hot and cold shadows creep across my skin.
Wondering what they whisper is my sin...
(note on context:
it portraits the situation in Portugal, last...
Blood runs down my chin, warm and sweat. i hear...
I ask myself,
Where am i...
From the inside, becoming external
Erupting anxiety devouring within...