Standing on dead fields In a somewhat different way Nothing here to gain Nothing left to say Home is what is left No pa**ion and no thrills Metamorphic guests The blades are spinning still The thing that breeds inside It's fed and kept alive Perfection at its best An uninvited guest CHORUS Cathartic overdose Pa**ion through the nose Paradox beliefs Intoxicating sweets Spinning in a cloud Rotting in a ditch Indifference prevailed An inner spheroid glitch Whatever can be said Whatever ploy dictates Whatever niche there is Whatever joy awaits A terrifying lie Insomnia reversed The breeze ran out of breath Now the blades are standing still CHORUS