The jazzy overtone leaves me alone In a beautiful world, away from Difficult to breathe now I drown in purple terrorism Just to see if it's possible Useless absence of past Torn into pieces that're now pulled through deadly veil Improper destitute-grey scenery I am now I am then I am after You can't send your materials into me You must take them back You are a monster of loose-luck frill And then I nod beyond the sod Of the Other side Of the HILLS