a touch by the devils horns Inte menad att läggas på audio.. lost in a circle trying to pull myself up from below/ now i´m walking the line in my own death row/ Got introduced to the devil about five years ago/ she shook my hand with fire, impossible to avoid/ she came with the snow turned to liquid in my vains/ left me without pain, made it easier to maintain sane/ i was trapped in a dream, but never wanted to leave/ a slave in chains, but i have never felt so free/ tied arm, sacrifying blood, and the devil as company/ the paradox turned logic on me, kissing the hand of my enemy/ i got my fix when she stung my body with her horns/ paralyzied motions with the feeling of a newborn/ a knock on the shell, the ecco hits you with it´s sound/ wondering if maybe zion just dosen´t wan´t to be found/ turntables mixing realitys, not knowing your own reflection/ when a mothers eyes can´t recognize her own creation/ a stinch from a needdle, the key to the heart of ace in a deck/ making room for the artist, with a snare around my neck/ what was i supposed to make of this, in search for serenety?/ five years, a waitin and a phonecall later, i turned positive/ /document