FLESH & SPACE - Creeping Around Of It Self | Текст песни

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Vast estate with creeping shine
You it I - I it you - All is mine!
The small room frightens my intellect
Through yellow wall paper effect:

The eyes can see, never say never!
Creeping around by sickness & fever,
The paper woman or something another
She already here, oh no: is my dead mother!

She not one, their yellow bodies in my room,
Creeping agony: home trap's bloom,
Real dreamland by damned house,
They in me through horror chaos!

Death at bed murder of paradise,
Broken soul by hope & cowardice.
Shadow creeping around it self
I'll die when the clock'll show twelve!