I cross the mountains, I plane I let myself glide over the breeze Slowly, grazing the woods - and you'll let me go I jump down the stairwell, but the fall is soft Then I run away, free, untouchable Protected by spores Back to the parallel floor I'm a psychosomatic prey The more I think negative the more my life fades Here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office Drugged by sex or TV serials - Bored by the umpteenth useless chat Just to see her once more under my balls Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts Subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death Though sadly aware that it's me the one getting progressively f*cked Another bolivian guerrilla Piling up corpses of rich drug-dealers' wives Reduced to pieces by my unstoppable machete - a private apocalypse of rapes and blood Then serbian freedom-fighter torturing a yankee pilot Fallen with his 'invisible' bomber right on my Orthodox Church Back to the parallel floor I'm a psychosomatic prey As paranoias increase the spores die away Here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office Drugged by sex or TV serials - Bored by the umpteenth useless chat Just to see her once more under my balls Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts Subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death Though sadly aware that it's me the one getting progressively f*cked People's extinction comes true only in a non-synchronized planet That roams in the universe The universe behind my eyes