Solaris IV A

Downstream floating
Restless breathing
Toxin Flowing
C.N.S. screaming ...Homewards!
Feelings folding
Ears resounding
Tears drying
C.N.S. screaming
...Homewards!
There's
Nobody home,
Mother
I'm drifting
I'm drifting
I feel myself like
Shining on the ice of Solaris
Isn't it funny?
Your sick son
Mother!
Where are her hands?
Where is her life?
Kill me, ocean...