Somewhere in your mind,
everyone can hide,
their soul, their mourning,
your memory can find...
No one can be found,
but they are still around, like mind stalking,
and ivory surrounds...
Calling out, your enemy in sight...
(...like mind stalking...)
Hey intruder of life, call no more...
Silently you fight the anger in your cry,
the sound invoking the enemy inside...
I reveal your shame, sacred and profane,
a cry revoking your memory in vain...
Calling out, your enemy in sight...
(...like mind stalking...)
Hey intruder of life, call no more...
