| In this garden time is creeping | |
| The odours so firm like a wall | |
| Caressing me, making me loosing my will | |
| Am I alone? How did I get here? | |
| It seems that a gate in my dreams let me pass | |
| What a picturesque place | |
| A confusing heap of sounds | |
| Almost like silence if you consume them entirely | |
| My sight is sharpened | |
| Garden of delight | |
| I never find an exit | |
| If beauty could kill I would have died a hundred deaths | |
| Colours of a splendidness that I never saw before | |
| Plants are highgrown and perfect | |
| But somewhere there has to be a poisonous one | |
| Beyond the surface, something is waiting just to overthrow me |