In transit you pass among the strangers of the world,
paying tribute to the thief who stole away your shadow
you look into the bedrock and listen to the bells
calling liquid lust call for solid white.
Chorus:
I see the stalker in your face, the secrets on your skin
I keep the wisdom that you need, the password that you want
I feel the stalker in your mind, the fire in your veins
No hope to be released