II. Panicnoia – Feat. A. Bloch

The sun warms my flesh, my lighted head spins fast.
I want the moon against the dark background of my nightmares.
No stars, just the moon, up in the sky, alone, desolated.

I try to walk but my feet are glued to the spot. I do not move. Inside, am I moving? 
Blood, beats, thoughts. My tongue is tingling, my mouth is dry, my head is exploding.

I feel places in my body pumping out like Vulcans covered up ready to erupt.

D E S O L A T I O N 

Nobody inside me, my soul is not talking to me. Who am I?
I am looking at me, yes… Right now. I am touching these hands, arms but I don’t feel myself.
I move my arms up, great boulders, but my hands are empty.

D E L I R I U M

Every Step forward, one thought backwards towards the origin.
I want to be little, thoughtless, careless of myself and the world around me.
I see myself into everything, everyone is watching me while I stumble aimlessly.

Where am I?

All those faces, all those eyes staring at me… I am an insect paralyzed on a glue-covered floor.

That’s funny, it is the end.

P A N I C N O I A

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