Step inside The Corridorfeel your soul invade your sensesspirits at the gates of winterready for the season's countdownso it goes, the gate is openall your past remains in silencebut your future is unsureyou plan to go awayNever thought that your mind was awaynever threw away your wantingsnever kept you by my sidenow you belong, you're obviously mineJinny count down, Jinny count downclose your desires or burn them with fireJinny count down, Jinny count downand feel me...Seven strangers on your doorfeeling like you were behind themlisten to, wide handded knocksemission of the sound of wisdomso it goes the door is openall your past remains in silencenow your future is for surea plan to go awaya plan to go away...Never thought that your mind was awaynever threw away your wantingsnever kept you by my sidenow you belong, you're obviously mineJinny count down, Jinny count downclose your desires or burn them with firealways dreaming, always screamingclose your eyesand feel me...