blood in my veins . pumping pumping pumpinga strange kind
deep deep down . the silence covers your earsno light
why are you crying my dear . do you think
ajam lives in the steppe . he loves the rolling
he says - imagine a planet whose inhabitans have only
white walls . cold light . beeping soundspeople gathering around
oliver had a dream . he dreamt that all made
they float through our nightsky . they are observing usthey