"In my backyard, sounds turn around, down fall apart, in my playground. In my dome on my ...
"In my backyard, sounds turn around, down fall apart, in my playground. In my dome on my own, a locked thought in a closet. Splinter moves, cracking moans, dank angles in the attic. Sixth sense stockpiled in the cellar, and the ladder is broken." ~Voivod (Into My Hypercube)