Lyrics: Cindy Figueroa Music: Eon What am I doing here trading inner grounds where sombre paintings shroud the chosen sundown? And still I cannot find a pale silence to escape, within myself I drown amongst this incognizant maze "...take this inhalation of black poison to your heart, breath out this blessing from your breast on our creation..." At last I know that all undone requests always remained in me but concealed by my blurred will at last I know. *"Plutonian ode" by Allen Ginsberg