Fox Heavy - The Folding

His hands are folded
His eyes are glazing over
Unsullied soul
Folded into Balthazar
Unsullied Soul
Folded into Balthazar
Balthazar controlling
Coming from behind
Not the body's dorsal
But the back door of the mind
Everybody near and far
All for the love of Balthazar
I find I'm asking again and again
Is this all in my head?
Or is this part of the otolith?
I find I'm asking again and again
is this all in my head or is this part of the otolith?
Is this all in my head or is this part of the otolith?
And I find wondering: Am I dead?
Or is this part of the otolith?
White sharp fangs digging into my neck
But I'm still - I'm still inedible
When all the hands are folded
When all the eyes are glazing over
Giving up control
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar
All for the love of Balthazar

Written by:
Thomas van der Poll

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