As the forest of the street lamps gets dense I‘m being dragged towards the hub of pipes and wires Dim light is the only guide and I give in to the might of the lazy delight
Mute watchers in disguise My quiet shepherds they do hide behind the corners, out of sight They keep me in here and by their right –
I blindly stumble in the murky gloom descending helplessly with blissful smile I know exactly in which room she looms and almost smell all her intentions vile
You! Have dragged me down here in soft caress Oh moon – forsaken beacon high above the jagged silhouettes To this tune I succumb, for I cannot fight it any less My tomb is ready in the concrete trench and dirge is in the air
A pair of hungry eyes come closer steadily in growing uproar Her sticky fingers around my neck – Is it my destiny you‘ve brought me here for?