My fortress set higher than eagles fly The closing highrisers cover the sky Novelty passion protracts so deep Impires are waiting, there's no time to sleep
Everything tritely for me outdoors No Jericho pipes, to take down the mind's walls My concrete block became favourite place Captive of such life, that is praying for death
Remember Your life Before Fatal error Watching! Torture Your fate Is atrophied to death
The future has come But no flying machines I'm bounded with chair Fat atrophied king