Mūzika iesitas asinīs un riņķo kā dzīvsudrabs, un es aizmirstu visu, visu... paliek tikai sajūsma un ļaušanās ritmam. Pazūd gan grīda zem kājām, gan jumts virs galvas – es jūtos tā, it kā lidotu starp zvaigznēm.
It's all fake. And I can't seem to find a way out.
None off this exist, none of this is real.
Reality is a myth, creation of our imagination.
If only someone would point me the way out.
