Tekst van Bert, 15 oktober 1991
Having a weird ride on this river of madness called 'live'.
The longer I travel, the more often I want to jump aside, into the bank.
Like avoiding all of this, like taking the easy way out.
It's because I feel the rapids closing in on me, trying to drag me down into this terrifying, cascading gulf called 'death and disease'...
Or maybe it's just a simple fall, creating a new, virgin river...