歌词：Minsk. Out Of A Center Which Is Neither Dead Nor Alive. Narcotics And Dissecting Knives.

If only lives could paint themselves.
The winding roads would not lie.
Empty spaces could co-exist with empty faces to experience the invigoration of going nowhere at the speed of light.
Time?s eye left in the sun to blind.
Tonight we shall forget them all.
One with all, none and all