Lost, in the midst of the darkness

Cold hands, faded perception in the tv-sky

Black fires running through your veins

Narcotic static that makes you cry

Cold leather in your skin

You see faces, fragments in the neon light

It seems like graphic descriptions

Mathematic terms, the schizomatrix makes you feel blind

Chorus:

This silence will embrace you

Black fires in your veins

This silence will destroy you

Digital noises like mirror shades