Текст: Katatonia. The Itch.

Movement subdue the back thing?
So quiet now
Subsequence systmatic violence
The great cold distance
The itch
The urge
Make way
Think of something
Bring out the fear
As the tracks fall to waste
One stand here
Make haste
Kill the itch
Sick near

And push and push and push and get there
One crawl
Single on the surface
Reduced illumination
Chemical inheritance
The lies
The fever