Sangtekst: Swans. Soundtracks For The Blind. Animus (Music/words: Gira).

WORDS: SOMEWHERE, THROUGH THE FROZEN FIELDS, SOMEWHERE, BENEATH YOUR PALE AND TENDER SKIN, LIES A HOUSE, ABSORBING FEAR AND PAIN - SOLAR, RED, CONTAINED - FEEDING ON MY DREAMS. SOMEWHERE COLD, INSIDE THE OPTIC WIRE, DOWN WHERE FINGERS AND SEMEN CRACK AND BLEED - THERE I WILL BE, WITH MY ARMS SPREAD OUT AND BROKEN, WAITING FOR YOUR BREATH, TO ANIMATE MY VEINS. WE'RE NOT ALONE: ALL OUR THOUGHTS ARE NUMBERED - MALIGNANT AND COLD, ANIMAL AND HUNGRY. BUT I WILL CONTAIN ALL, THAT EVER WAS OR WILL BE, THEN I'LL WATCH MY SKIN ERUPT, IN A SYMPHONY OF FLAMES - SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME, SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME... WHY CAN'T I HIDE INSIDE YOUR MALLEABLE, ELECTRIC FACE? YOU'D SUCK AWAY THE PAIN, AND SWALLOW DOWN MY SICKEST DREAMS. NOW MY BODY FEELS LIKE SNOW, SPILLING OUT THE SHATTERED SCREEN - WHERE WILL WE BE THEN, WHEN ALL THE FEAR AND BLOOD ARE GONE, DRAINED INTO ONE HUNDRED MILLION OPEN CHILDREN'S MOUTHS - SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME, SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME...