angel descends from his obscure limbo, to eternally rest on his cold body of the begin. His melancholic face, empty of sensations, watches over the dead
dreaming? I see your face and I reach out, The vision dissolves then it just fades away, Drawing alone in my own thoughts, Calm of the storm there is silence, Empty
before I stand over you Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre Make a move I'm blasting your ass to the last one Ten shots from the Mack empty
of revolution read the book of revelations holes in the ozone irrated and empty the tremendous speed of the process of evolution when you encounter a cosmic celestial vision
Paralyzed as my life slips away I'm mortified by my disease Terrified of my mortality But doomed to find what lies beyond My conscience reawakens As
losing conscience from a good distance... solaris is dimly shinning, and is desperately trying to pierce the pale wall of mist, blurring his vision
Waiting and watching the sands slip away from me Looking into the eyes of eternity I have feared the cold grip of death and the unforeseen I have hoped
. And if I were to enter slumber? Only sleep, guarded by a sense I may never wake, Slipping into narcoleptic state. Seas of tormented bliss, Ebb away
my hands recites details of moments passed away. And the grains of sand slip through my fingers Like the vision that blurs whith the light of dawn...
moment never waits and some beauty is always there but never seen, till it?s too late look! there is a moment it has just slipped away and so we lose
looking yourself in the eye And God help the children playing their game, The end of the game is goodbye They pass through your vision like thoughts in a dream Your good times are slipping