Coma

É impossível dividir o indivíduo. O que parece ser divisão não passa de ótica distorcida da realidade interior (que é única), influenciada pelo externo. 

"A cry for help, a hint of anaesthesia,
The sound from broken homes,
We used to always meet here.
As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms,
Some things I have to do, but I don't mean you harm.

(...)

I can't see why all these confrontations,
I can't see why all these dislocations,
No family life, this makes me feel uneasy,
Stood alone here in this colony.
In this colony, in this colony, in this colony, in this colony."