Locomia - Terror Vision

(There are three men in a vault with four cigarettes but no matches
One time I'll have to go at it alone
One time I'll have to go at it alone)

Holy white paper
Holy white paper

I demand this
I demand this

I sat down watching the screen
It's just a rerun
An attitude in which you just sit

All breathes onto decontrolled
As there it goes
Bit at your outer limits

That goes to me, hit now terrifying
Then it's gonna move
Close over, close over
Walls closing down on me

Terror, vision, terror, vision

Ei, ei, ei, eio, ei, ei, ei, eio
Ei, ei, ei, eio, ei, ei, ei, eio

There are three men in a vault with four cigarettes but no matches

Holy white paper

One time I'll have to go at it alone
One time I'll have to go at it alone

Both my eyes were held on me
Glued to the screen
Everything surrounding me
Will turn away

That points to me
Hit now terrifying
They're not gonna move
Being going, being going
The screen is taking all of me in

Terror, vision, terror, vision

Ei, ei, ei, eio, ei, ei, ei, eio
Ei, ei, ei, eio, ei, ei, ei, eio

Terror vision