Descendants, you wander through the labyrinth
and make still the same mistakes.
You have no speed, no power.
Your memory is crushed by new information
Go away! Everything changed!
You don´t know what is dreaming, what is reality
Your way goes down
Why do you turn your body?
Don´t raise up your heads!
I chose the place where you die!
There is no tomorrows for you…