Insomnia through my hours
Instability through out the ranks
Infernal thrust pushes me on
In us you trust, In us you shall

A sudden need, uncontrolled temptation
A bout of insanity that is in us all
A fear of acceptance, desire galore
Forever returning, now and ever more

Destruction of faith with powder of white,
Expectance that lowers with every each day;
All I do wish for is indeed just a touch
the loving caress, the feeling in clutch

But what can one do in this prison of body
Where all that we care for are hollow machines
Entombed in such horrid perseverence and courage
the simplest forgotten, the rest all relived.

מצאתי את השיר הזה עכשיו, כשארגנתי את החדר. כתבתי אותו
כשהייתי בקורס תכנות בצבא. אני לא זוכר למה התכוונתי - אם
למישהו יש מושג, אני אשמח לשמוע.