Mad Luxury - Waltari

I’m penetration in through the door locked tight

Into your small one room apartment

I am careful of every steo I take now

So I won’t awaken you

Like thin air I am circling around your room

I’m coming in through the ventilation pipes

With no direction

Like an aeronaut I wanish into the sky

Spin beynd the mad luxury

The crawling look at the midnight staring at TV

Like hypnotized by wooden box

With no suspicion

Completely known as a prisoner of luxury