| Song | Narcotics And Dissecting Knives |
| Artist | Minsk |
| Album | Out Of A Center Which Is Neither Dead Nor Alive |
| If only lives could paint themselves. | |
| The winding roads would not lie. | |
| Empty spaces could co-exist with empty faces to experience the invigoration of going nowhere at the speed of light. | |
| Time’s eye left in the sun to blind. | |
| Tonight we shall forget them all. | |
| One with all, none and all. |
| If only lives could paint themselves. | |
| The winding roads would not lie. | |
| Empty spaces could coexist with empty faces to experience the invigoration of going nowhere at the speed of light. | |
| Time' s eye left in the sun to blind. | |
| Tonight we shall forget them all. | |
| One with all, none and all. |