Imagine - people in white incubator
Pastlife and time to come they live there
All they know is cament, crutch, drugs and black walls!
And i named it by only one sentence -
Dead souls! Miniworld! open casket!
Many coridors and walking ghosts
Collection of terror - bloody zombies eyes
Phsychomental house - souls sleep
All in building this hardly ill keep!
Dead souls! Miniworld! open casket!

To the step my skull crush -
Society it call " normal thing"
Flattening of emotions, morbid prong -
They live in box, in underwolrd!
Dead souls! Miniworld! open casket!