[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound]

[Lyrics: Keijo]



One individual lies on a floor of an empty room

In an apartment stuffed with functionality and a lonesome fool!

A midget size fridge full of novelties for oral needs

Gorgeous little things to rip off the weakest of us all!

The attic above so heavy that it forces down the roof

Inhalation made less possible by the walls closing by

Noises coming far from below unattaching everything but a soul:

The innermost, claimed to be divine, an object full of faults



A hope for nobody to see

The recession of normality

Loaded with Hotel-TV

Dark thoughts and mortality



Voluntary way

To drive you less sane

Unexpected reactions

From energetic persons



One individual lies on a floor of an empty room

In an apartment stuffed with functionality and a lonesome fool!

A midget size fridge full of novelties for oral needs

Gorgeous little things to rip off the weakest of us all!



A hope for nobody to see

The recession of normality

Loaded with Hotel-TV

Dark thoughts and mortality



Voluntary way

To drive you less sane

Unexpected reactions

From energetic persons

Mostly weak, ruined and ruptured

mental abilities

Unexpected reactions

From dull persons