Tekster: In The Woods.... Cell.

I want to flee
A pause from the dim
Where are the thought that I saved?
Trapped in an old silent film

They runned the usual tests
Tiny, tiny veins
Yet flow so constant and strong
I saw my life in red

They'll never forget
These cells of mine
How can they forgive
That I figured the code they carried

I want to flee
A pause from the dim
He gave me a stone
And I went to sleep