"(...) We always want to see what is hidden by what we see." (Magritte)

Show me your interior

And I'll share my visions

While we drink the sweet tea of truth

You'll get back to reality

As soon as that incense stick burns out

Lungs ahead

You'll spit the smoke

To make a clutter on my head

I can solve it on the way

To the bottom of my soul

...

You're welcome at anytime

(Blue Mood, Blasted Mechanism)