You close your eyes and let it happen. You fall over backwards, twisting and turning, passing through waves of ecstasy as you ascend into a world that's only yours. Your body is more of a memory, until you hear the doorbell and you're violently sucked back into the meat. It's the postman, delivering your copy of Euromantic006
| pos | title |
|---|---|
| A1 | Back Into The Meat |
| A2 | The Drama Of Transmutation |
| B1 | Triad |
| B2 | Non-Anthemic |