The illusion is that I toil and turn,
When in reality I am like clay in a hand
And I'm like a vampire toy
Turning around in my mirrored reflection
This is the place where I toss and turn
This is the place where my nightmares come from
Why I want to live and leak like a seive

I toss and turn in the universe
Like backwards motion
Never having a real choice
You're meeting me at all these different points
From an everywhere that is the only nowhere,
From an only that is deconstruction.

Front, back, this side. That.
Circumstances are set
It's something that you need to feel
So feel it well,
Sense the world.