I can't stand this pulsation! I can't stand those machines inside my head Oh I miss you so much! How I yearn for you, tiny! I haven't found a hero To find you and bring you back A fool and a cat are all I have From now on, I can only go forth The city plays with me Pigeons are waiting for a sign! ♪ Clumsy deities of concrete Their square eyes Are watching me! They order, faster and faster Harder and harder, more and more ♪ I can't still be here and now Everything is becoming more numerous Inside me, not outside Tissue explodes Rips apart Reforms Muscles Meat Pulp Pulse in my head...