The fragments of the crystal past The fragrances of the lighthearted times Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life
Flying through the clouds of the empty words Blood clots slip down on the cold glazed tile
The metal fog settles on a skin - delirium comes Serpents swarm before my eyes Filling my internal space Overflowing an unwillingness vessel Undesirable pastime
Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life Life is not mine, life is passing by
Blink and pierce the flesh by a crystal needle
Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life Life is not mine, life is passing by
The fragments of the crystal past The fragrances of the lighthearted times Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life
Blink and pierce the flesh by a crystal needle Fly over the fields of human hatred