Inserted memories
Back to haunt us, not to save us
Driving all night in Copenhagen
I need to leave this, I need it now
You seem uncertain – I will correct you
It’s not a feeling, please realize

It’s not a drill, they’re really here
Inside my heart, the symbolism
Let go of my two feet
We’re hanging by a thread

The evil matter
We leave the scene
And for a dead man’s hand
You’re using mine