Sealing, the cloud tower in the room Sweet skies are wide, I should loose lead, Sweden temperatures, lips change arrow through Dark clouds forming an eclipse, With the lighthouse yet vices rewarded Virtuals No incentive Cause in belly of the beast I am really notorious The night sky, It makes mind in the room Sooner or later the sunrise will change my mind, what a word of the blue A monument has been built upon the deep where I was taken captive Grab the dead by it's hold, so face the dim light at the end of the passage I want to swim in your oil spill (Soon explosives and explotions, me recall into the self insure) (Free me of this madness, really unfolding entropy) Slowly degenerating, with the bodies and a ticking timebomb, gently ceasing to exist, and the night continues, all I left in hard drive Want to swim in your oil spill I want to sink in your oil spill I'm always the first to bleed But you Always will