It's not a creators failure We must destruct the normal way of life The separated brain cells worked too fast These conclusions must be isolated from public visions
No pure souls, no angels under the blue mirror skies Under the name of the god hide a destiny, an accident A deepest desire to dominate The blindest illusion of coming happiness Hiding approximation of death
Life between two propagation Light and darkness, evil and goods Your duty to accept one of the sides To become a cell of a fucking society
the way to outside under the eye of beholder time flows slowly but never stops the way to outside under the knife of guardian Return of a youth does not exist