The axis buried is a pivot in your head

Around which buried things revolve that most people leave unsaid

And it's probably a good idea cause things could happen in your town

And the police come by coincidence and find it written down

The axis calls and sometimes I repeat the things it says to me

I remember one time I read about

A killer who just couldn't get off without

Certain evil preparations the detectives searched his loft,

Found a portrait in red ink of a girl with her dress off

The axis calls...

Sometimes I walk alone in the fog

Wondering if I'd be seen by an old man and his dog

And maybe that same night, somewhere in the town,

The worst thing in the world occurred and police track me down