Hidden people seem to see 
The way I cook the brain of thee 
Sepai print of hunting dogs 
Pointing out the unseen clocks 
There I find myself in sorrow 
Nothing's left for my tomorrow 
Distorting rage of nameless people 
A dark blue line of licking nipples 
Hard to get from the unknown 
Eyes work hard with tears that drown 
I take control when 
I will peer 
I see the pain of northern fear