Among the multiplicity
Tangled images of imagination
Finding shady singularities
In some victories and many deceptions
Life is really a strange thing
And the world turns round and round and round
Chasing so many becomings
Nothing is what it seems

As we walk on this hollow ground
Trying to find what is real
We are knocking down
Imaginary walls

It's a course and a curse
A vicious circle that we're in the middle
It's a forced schizofrenia [created another mania]
We don't have any territory
Evil roots trying to capture us
Tracing lines of flight