That night, I watched people *** on my computerNobody can see me looking anywayIt's late, and everything turns a white kind of dirtyMy skin starts pricking with LCDI feel a desire, one I don't know, one I don't ownI'm freeI turn off the lights and dress myself in silver and goldI go out into the edge of the cityTread on my twigs that are not yet burning awayThe heat of my boots makes them breakAnd smoke comes out from beneath the leather backLike a burnt out matchLike *** without the bodyLike *** without the worldLike smoke rings from my pussyAt night, vision, no bodiesTurn soft like me, born in jellyfishMushrooms, white MacBooksBlind bodies with empty lookStare back at my gaze that belongs to nobodyIs there nothing but decarcing?Is there nothing?There's nothing, and nothing, and nothing, and nothingAnd I'm freeI take off my face and torsoLift bare and barelyI go out into the haze of the cityTread on my twigs and feel them breakI'm free againBut I'm looking for something elseThere has to be more to burning than losing myselfMore to burning than that ***y ghostMore to burning than that ***y ghostMore to burning than that ***y ghostMore to burning than that ***y ghostI tear at the tidesOslo edipus, Oslo edipus, Oslo edipusI am an Oslo edipusTearing my eyes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and inand out and in and out and in and out of face