Text: Ash. Nu-Clear Sounds. Death Trip 21.

The story of a man who did never exist
lord of the skies died with no look in his eyes
sleepwalked into the afterlife
died in his sleep, his face incomplete
you`ve got a taste you`re playing with the dark stuff
don`t let it get under your skin
i`ve seen your eyes in the bottom of my glass
you died in your sleep your face incomplete

One million miles away my thoughts afloat in speculation
you fill my dreams like sandman with the taste of hedonism and death
one million miles away my thoughts afloat in speculation
you fill my dream like sandman
with the taste of hedonism and eath
your dark resolve to change your face
on the eve of your death and resurrection
heavy with sleep deprivation
by death and power intoxicated

The story of a man who did never exist
the surgeons had died
found in barrels at a building site

found dead with their nails ripped out
he died in his sleep his face incomplete

One million miles away
my thoughts afloat in speculation
you fill my dream like sandman with the taste of hedonism and death
one million miles away
my thoughts afloat in speculation

You got a taste you`re playing with the dark stuff
don`t let it get under your skin
the worlds overpopulated f**ked up away
i`d hate to think you were missing the fun
you got a taste you`re playing with the dark stuff
don`t let it get under your skin
i`ve seen your eyes in the bottom of my glass
you died in your sleep
your face incomplete.