Safety not me Trust is a must Master of intrigues Our ways part here Stone apples Blast the forest Of ice that keeps Me away from The true, the beautiful And the good Slave of remote control I stand nowhere But not anywhere Have faith in me Friends, believe In what you do Not know I threw my stone apple Into the ice The forest of ice Separates my realm Of the true, the beautiful And the good Master of remote control Captive of intimacy Have faith in me Friends, believe In what you do Not know