Numb view meens to expect
Face like wither lenf
The running of the river will break
That's alread the end of unguilt
New country, new wave
Trip without return
Never wait and everything will be
Trave
I thing I saw their faces
They stood behind the window
They stared deep at my dark room
The faces become clearer
I open and closed my mouth
Helpless I more my hands
But my voice in isn't mine
My mov
Monotony in life
Act and greed
Separate illusion as memory
Born from hope in four walls
Deep and hidden into ghost
So easy all these things to destroy
The corner of time is a line
In the beginning a
[In Memory of Bruno Shultz]
The green eyes showed the tiredness
Although without name
Looking for a new form
Through the cloudy night
There was the brilliance
Mute expouding the wordless
As personal
For destroy the appearance
For the new better time
Born from objects of the wickedness
We are looking for beauty inside
The rubbish bin from our feeling
It doesn't matter what we'll find
For destroy
