Travels in time Just for killing all spaces Every moment we die Breathing meteors dust
Drink the fire of suns Trying to catch all the gods And all the pharaons scars We are the rust Of spaceships and stations We are planet parade In the names of love and hate Parallel senses Dreams like the mirrors Destroying all stars Turn the galaxies off
Babylon dreams turn into ashes Ancient names turn into grass Our silence is sky without any signs Our happiness is to breath deep enough
Born into empty illusion Reaching the cross of colours and sounds Hearing voices of anger and indifferent past Seeing future in passing days In the point of now Hoping for nothing Make all the senses merge into one