The mania slowly creeps up more and more and becomes… intolerable. Vigor is leaving my body, becoming a husk, the song only amplifies my situation. Every “badada” increases my level of intolerance to oxygen itself, making my brain cells decapitate, themselves. All I can keep doing is playing it over and over to see where my final decent will be, to see what lies on the other side of the veil, I can only say I’m losing myself more and more, I can’t even say I’m me anymore. Slowly becoming more and more hollow, only to hear, the ever appalling fade back into reality with the song, ringing in my ears GOD does it ring. Can YOU HEAR ME NOW?! No. You can’t. Ever so deaf, because the music, never stopped
In the original it's love they were after, but in this one one it's not entirely clear what their agenda is, and I'm pretty sure I'd rather not know. They have a caravan in the woods.