Folded in your fleshy purse

I am floating once again

While the muted sounds are pumping rhythm

All the walls close in on me

Pressure's building wave on wave

'Til the water breaks - and outside I go

Oh...

One dot (that's on or off, defines what is and what is not)

One dot

Two dot (a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise)

Two dot

Three dot (a trinity, a way to map the universe)

Three dot

Four dot (is what will make a

Square, a bed to build on, it's all there)

Four dot

My ghost likes to travel so far in

The unknown (my ghost like to travel)

The breathing stops, I don't know when

In transition once again

Such a struggle getting through these changes

And it all seems so absurd

To be flying like a bird

When I do not feel I've really landed here

Well on the floor there's a long wooden table

On the table there's an open book

On the page there's a detailed drawing

And on the drawing is the name I took