Is it strange for you?

G: Is it what you wished to be(come)?

What is strange for you?

G: I am your moment of clarity

Throu now & then & always

G: the breath of misery on your back

Throu now and then and always∙

G: escaping artists (we shall be)

Still undecided on what is real

Virtual God is fake when I am awake

Virtual is real when she is near

Yhe’s always here

You’ll see Manderlay when you’re throu

G: the prophet’s dead there’s only u

You ‘ll see her fences torn in two

G: (it’s up to you) and me and you

An inner faith runs us throu

G: (destroy this place) built it anew

If nothing strange, if all is good

Fucked up slave∙ Manderlay is you

A slave with questions

Is a slave upon thresholds