Possibly the grimiest, most drugged out, evil, tribal progressive track in my entire collection. The beats and the percussion in this are pretty flat from start to finish...giving it that Tenaglia-esque hypnotic groove. The killer is the male voice just going off on bizarre verbal tangents about an ex-girlfriend (I presume). He's basically trying to describe this deep connection he has with this woman, almost as if he owns her in an emotional/sexual/spiritual way, and at the same time she owns him right back. Total sleeper track that used to rocked back when Vinyl/Arc was Tenaglia's home in NYC. I've never heard anyone else play it out besides myself.