Songtexte: Admirals Arms. Stories Are Told. The Thirteen Out Of Tune Trumpets.

Claustrophobic, I see the patients above,
I'm looking for all the links inside.

The gold band on my face, the gold band on my face is divine
Open and exchange, I can't be you
Turn off - the light, with no sense for victory
Turn off - the light, with no sense, with no sense
Infiltrated, the great lane is over,
I feel the rain, open my eyes
My eyes have rolled back.

Reflection is always honest, reflection
I'm yours, image is done, duplicate become one
Look up, look down, you're not mine
Look up, look down, damage to never feel alive.

I won't upset the balance, join the circle
I won't upset the balance, join the circle, join the circle
Trace it - Trace it without, lifting the pencil
Take everything.

I'm yours, image is done, duplicate become one
Look up, look down, you're not mine
Look up, look down, damage to never feel alive.
Take everything, take everything.