Testo A Black Hole In The Room Beside

I've locked the door
But I hear its whirl again
I've closed all doubts outside
To burn them under the scorching sun
Of desolate plains soaked of false fun

I've got a box full of delay
That I don't manage to open I've got two magical spheres
That never work
I feel some shame
While the whirl grows
I feel some shame
While I try to hide

Now I remain here
Between Yin and Yang
Now I sit down
Where there is no time

I have a God whom I speak to
But that I never can't see
I have two feet that don't go together I see the cracks on the walls of my confusion
I see curtains and cloths covering my illusion

Now I remain here
Between Yin and Yang
Now I sit down
Where there is no time
Now I remain here
Between Yin and Yang
Now I sit down
Where there is no time

I've locked the door
But I hear its whirl again...