Текстове на песни: Disharmonic Orchestra. Idiosyncrasy.

Visions escape from your spiritual waste
A conscious decision of your inner soul
Symbols trapped through convulsions
Of my brain
Visualized figures marching in step
Erasing my store
Forget more and more
Unlearning to spell

My own name
I can't believe
I'm calling myself
Within your mind
We are three of a kind