آهنگ: Anorexia Nervosa. Exile. Sequence 1 - Some Miracle Of Entrails.

I was to close this strange compendium... Fixed mirror... This wall where I've climbed on to all the night / The astonishing disarray of the body its shrewd tongue that has just disappeared / I would have liked " He has not to do this " ... Nothing more was possible / Carnal torture & final stop... This simple nothing " Set me free " ... Pacify my burns / Flight ... Reached belly & great smile ...