Looking at myself in the mirror, is it me?
Anybody there? I ask myself and look away
Feeling weird things in my head, controlling me?
Hearing strange voices everywhere, calling me?
All illusion?
What is happening to me, my hands are working
Without my own will
Is there someone else inside of me, who are you?
I know I'm not dreaming
Somebody tortures me all the time
Got my own soul escape my body, filled with
Torture and pain
No commands, no more
Take no orders from you no more
No commands, no more
I'm on my own, don't own me anymore
Evil powers try to take me, can I bet the same
Anymore
But I'll whip you out myself, out of my mind
Evil torture and hell's fire
Gonna rule me no more
Still I'm scared 'cos I can't know
Will my soul come back
Come back!
No commands, no more
Take no orders from you no more
No commands, no more
I'm on my own, don't own me anymore
Grįžtant prie remiksų temos. Neretu atveju man tai atrodo kaip galimybė ne itin žinomam DJ tapti žinomesniam (netaikoma, žinoma, tokiems kaip Moby). Kita vertus, gal tai AŠ nežinau apie plačiai žinomą DJ (nes ta sritis manęs nedomina). Tai aš daugelį miks
Duodu naga nukirpti, jei si daina netaps Veliniu dienos daina musick pasaulyje:
"I wanna rock you baby 'til I die
It's a magic symphony
Baby when you're lyin' next to me
I hear violins
You know what it means
Just for tonight."
Arba ateis iki vakaro goths
...remiksai, išlaikant autentišką aranžuotę, su tikslu kitaip perdėlioti tam tikrus muzikinius akcentus. Tokie remiksai man įdomūs ir jie jau dažnai įneša šiokių tokių teigiamų pokyčių.