Buildings were all messed up and I tought I could kill myself in this unsafe mess. I went to the mountain but I was missing something, then I saw someones I knew, and gave them a sign. We recognized each other, but somehow we lost ourselves in our way to meet. Maybe we didn't want to meet. We're too different and unknown to each other, everybody becomes a presence, but we don't meet nobody. Devastated buildings (or maybe it is just renovation), and when I go outside this is nothing but strangeness... the air is filled with mysterious danger: and I slide, I fly, alone with my feeling. Ohhh, nights of terror... you don't want me to feel good... but I am addicted to your power.