Tangling like vines
Hold it's arms around me
Octopus's mind
Feelings coming down it
Won't you taste my wine
At least you hear the sound in

This house of mine
A prison for the mind
Help me to find my way
Out of this pressure bay

I can feel the vibes
Grounds they hold the forces
Stabbing with the knives
Into all my courses
Little panther tribes
Eating out my sources

Whenever I lay my head on you
I'll be alone
Whenever I pay the price to you
I'll be my own