Gurgling state of time a spite of spinner's fate
No falling rain from clumsy sky
The river lies in dry weather
Lust is growing in a lunar land while sun is turning
The evidence of eternal wait intensifies faintness
In the reign of false compliance in epoch of stillness
A gloomy stage takes all the steps
Of people frightened from what they avoid
In the dreaminess of their dreamless day
Everyone dredges up his mud
A rose thorn is springing blooded tears
In the reflection of morning dawn
The beauty ragged now is dying
Scared to death we are damned as into a stalemate making us
Scarecrow into the emptiness ghosts in shadow's lives
The epidemic of equal needs quickly writes the epitaph
The nemesis of indifference enthroned queen of everything
The epicentre in negligence is pacifying everyone's heart
Melancholy the only one beach
While in the memory the pieces are lost
The plot of what is really gives
A sense of void in misery
Becoming clear the hypocrisy
Of nature of personality
What it is left is the epoch of stillness
Gurgling state of time stiffened is our time
While as a pallid stone the sun is dying
The wind blows strong enjoys the ride
Of ashes dance dust in your eyes