Oh, what a pleasure it is being crushed by the power of thinkingThe scent in the air can smell the evidenceBut there's no way to judge anything nowI'm just fascinated by the smoke on this candleHear me and know I would die for itI would die for itI would die for itHear me and know I would die for itI would die for itI would die for itI think I'm free from all the stuff I always have to bring away to meAnd I swear it's a daily habit, not a way to hide somethingBut it's still bad enough for me that I'm so blindI wouldn't take my eyes off the smoke from the candleHear me and know I would die for itI would die for itI would die for itHear me and know I would die for itI would die for itI would die for itI just need to listen a bit of madnessSome state of mind and not a way to hide somethingIt's just good enough for me that I'm goodEven if I can't take my eyes off the smoke from the candleHear me, I just need to be touched by silence and noiseYou cure me just with timeHear me, I just need to be touched by silence and noiseYou cure me just with timeYou cure me with no words but airJust airJust airCure me and know I would die for itI would die for itSimply die forCure me and know I would die for itSimply die for itI would die forCure me and know I would die for itSimply die for itI would die for itCure me, cure meCure me, cure meCure me, cure meCure me, cure me