Trip to the Core

I travel on a stream of blood

Tunnels down

Tunnels up

I can feel it all

Pictures from childhood

I wanna stay tuned

Pictures melt into memory

Pictures melt

It seems I've lived another story than the one I remember

I've reached the door of my past

With the key in my hand

I don't know if I want to open that door

Fateful trip to the core

Fateful trip to the core

Fateful trip to the core

Fateful trip to the core

Something bangs on the door

Something bangs on the door

From the other side

Dry branches appear under the door

The blows are getting stronger

The core is heating up

The blows are getting stronger

With the key in my hand

Fateful trip to the core

Fateful trip to the core

Fateful trip to the core

Fateful trip to the core