Dear inconnu If I must be enthralled by something I saw it to be you I'm enmeshed in the prism your song of solipsism I need your protein I want your feist I crave your grand cru what shall I do It's stress I guess supernatural king with your burning ring your canvas occurs in my nightly pictures a rock replaced my soul which you now control I gawk into your pupils and it captured my will I lay in the perfume of your memory dear Inconnu, where is your key?