Movement of a finger, an idea for to release. It’s getting close to me, it’s the silver relief. All flashes in my eyes, present and past. No choice for the future and I will not be the last.
I will not be the last.
Failing hour, the silverstrike. Watching in slow-motion, pictures of life. Riding towards me, can’t run and hide, can’t fight.
Just a moment in second and strike is complete. Liquid and hole will be part of me. Body-shaped lines painted on the street Evidence all over the street.
Movement of a finger, an idea for to release. It’s getting close to me, it’s the silver relief. Seconds turn to ages; will I leave this all behind? No time to say anything or wash the sins of mine.
Wash the sins of mine.
Failing hour, the silverstrike. Watching in slow-motion, pictures of life. Riding towards me, can’t run and hide, can’t fight.
Just a moment in second and strike is complete. Liquid and hole will be part of me. Body-shaped lines painted on the street Evidence all over the street.