I don't sleep while I think about how I slept I face a static body Only fingers move Without knowing why I watch the world and the things In an almost perfect disguise I'm a spy and a book of memories read in blood Though I never had it with me The increasing understanding is discontinuous Your wild claws stain our skin And I return restlessly I'm a spy and a book of memories read in blood Though I never had it with me The increasing understanding is discontinuous Unveiling an intriguing appeal I almost burst my lungs In the abrupt inhale into the real What remains isn't enough And I can't reach conclusions I find the senses' vices Fucking indisposing me Terribly I'm a spy and a book of memories read in blood Though I never had it with me The increasing understanding is discontinuous