Backbone practise

We are entering the operation theatre of the familiar morgue

The student nurses are making a lot of noise

Their voices echo from the bare tiles walls

I improvise a fainting fit

"I cannot bear these voices anymore"

The tiny spineless spider who really is a dog

Has hurt herself or did she get hurt

Something 'bout her back

Oh does she need a new one

Torso-less she only does consist of legs

Much like a crushed little cross a tiny crucifix

So cautiously she's stalking now across the palm of my right hand

Merely a thin branch in the wind

Touching the wound where I had cut my finger

I hand her over to the nurses one of them directed by the teacher

Carries out the operation for which I don't have the knowledge

One day everyone here must fulfill this very task alone

As it's the only way to learn and in the end become a master

Yes this means responsibility

And it's connected directly to stress and fear

The little spider has her operation on a table

That is decorated like a forest all with thicket and fir trees

And right beside the flashing lights and displays of the instruments

So hear now of the very scene that happened right before this here

An elephant on the plain roof of a tall cathedral

Very close to the edge

"Climb down his tail as if it were a rope

Have faith and confidence believe that he will hold you"

But the elephant is not anchored in the ground

Yes he might have the will to remain in position

Perhaps doing everything within his power to hold me

Not to slip and fall himself

But in my opinion this is hardly enough

Can this be a question of trust at all

Looking out of the window

While the underground moves down into the tunnel

A man who has already passed the elephant-test says

"Fears must be conquered boy

Many of what comes up are merely old fears of death"

"Fears must be conquered boy

Many of what comes up are merely old fears of death"

"Fears must be conquered boy

Many of what comes up are merely old fears of death"