Tekster: Atrox. Pre-Sense.

If my senses won't come to me
I better come to my senses
But I can't
I'm too scared of being scared

Like saving cancer-mice from labs
Or half-eaten flies from cobwebs
No sense of reality
Or of concequence

Come come...
Oh don't bother
I'll just embrace myself
And while I'm at it
I'll just lift myself up by the hair

I'm not here

So you've all gathered here
To knock some sense into me
Go away, can't you see I'm busy
Dying of fear of dying?

- Imagine what the world would be like if everyone were to think like you
Well, they don't so shut up

Well I've got a candied heart
But I'm afraid to use it
So what more can I do
Than entertain my demons
In this comic tragedy called life