(nobody helps no-one and ever can not) (we can't hear each other as well) (When who did wrote this(things) - He lives ever not) (but his heart is still breathing and dwells)
(And every step he took was not the final till it lasted)
(He ached to see our souls so pure though still they were disgusting)and you're know that
(and only that he did behold that others can't yet willing)
("all in this life won't be for naught" he whispered and believed in)
(and when you don't know where all OF us should go)
(and who will turn out to be needless)
(Belief in this mankind, i'm eager to hold)
(that's all what we have and we breathe with)
(As twilight will cover my tired eyes up)
(Infinitude's twisting for on and so on)
(Sometimes you want yell "This shit is fucked-up!"