Article in the Finnish Magazine Müürileht

DIM THE LIGHTS WE MUST ENTER THE VOID

Roll a coin across the floor

Turn your back and walk away

Beat the demon roaring at the core

Now you don’t have to stray

Don’t wait until the demon wrapped its tail around your neck

Don’t hold back until your one of the specks

Of that awful tacky carpet

 

Don’t worry about dirty hands

At least you had the guts to stick it in

Not caring which way up the coin lands

 

Privy temptation let me in

I stare over entrancing lands

While wearing the devil’s grin