| I often wondered what could be hidden under | |
| The sleeping thing that the eyes will never see | |
| Lost somewhere in the dark water, silent and quiet | |
| I fear the discharge | |
| Watching | |
| Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath | |
| Crouching | |
| Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath | |
| The underneath | |
| The carapace is frail and the peaceful warth of water | |
| Wraps me up | |
| Like a protecting uterus you never want to escape from | |
| (The beast waits) | |
| And receive the freezing (The beast waits) coldness of life | |
| Torture of your first breath | |
| The beast waits for you | |
| Advent of the unknown side | |
| Once born the entity gnaws each cell of the organism | |
| It composed | |
| The carapace is broken and I am swept along by the current | |
| Like a gangrened literus vomiting a lifeless fetus | |
| My feelings are so contradictory | |
| Unconscious dreads it more than all | |
| I felt my body slide slowly in liquid without being able | |
| To prevent it | |
| Sometimes it's better to watch the external world | |
| From the underneath | |
| When you are no more a part of it |