Who'll know where the doors are?
Would you guide me till the end?
Would you lead me to a dead end?
cos I thought I saw what was a mirage
was nothing but an ugly entourage
where hawks and vultures scavenged
the dead; to witness; burial at the sea
to witness; ashes in the snow….

Will my music break the doors?
Will the lizard ever smile?
or will it burn away juvenile?
for I feel like the analogue guy
One hour behind the clock's alibi
Some sang love's the way to roll
so I loved; but lost all control
seemed like an addictive lust
like I choked within animated dust….

The doors!! could you walk your way to me?
think I'm on the other side
for the enchanted key; for the bride
I've painted static words in exchange...
else I'll lay in gloom beside the Stonehenge
I'll lend you my baby so you'll mourn when she's dead
and one day I'll see the sun shine yellow and red
and one day I'll unlock the doors…
the doors of perception!!