A suction through the ground   Is pulling him down   The unbearable heat   Melts his feet      The traps has gnawed through   These minutes are untrue   Death is so near   Can it end this fear      Limbs are dying out   Far off the doctor shouts   "Keep away from the bed   Let him be soon he'll be dead!"      Now he's drifting through a sharp scarlet light   From the exhausting day to a peaceful night   This is the end of mess and complexity   Beyond the fragmentic world and fatality      Floating as a falcons wing in a clear blue sky   The pleasure he's feeling now, it's the way to die   Released from his flesh and bones, only lumps of cream   Close to existence, it's just a dream?      During the end...      Breaking through...   Breaking through...   Breaking through...   Breaking through...      Breaking through...   Breaking through...   Breaking through...   Breaking through...