Sun is going down
 The earth is getting cold
 My tired eyes are shutting slowly
 Consciousnes's gone
 The space for unknown is opening wide
 Now I'm alone
 Come with me into my world

 Recess of oblivion
 I'll be your guide
 Delightful, disgusting whatever you want
 Spring of inspiration you could find
 Why I have to be in this hall filled with smoke
 Don't give up the ghost
 Your senses apathetic
 Then I see the children giving food to living ones
 They are dying under the wooden footbridge
 In this large hangar I can't hear the music play
 It's forbidden here to disturb the silence
 I'm looking for a bookstore under the ice of a lake
 I will choose the story with the bogeyman in title
 When the idiot's gone a man is born

 Strange planet sucks out the water from earth
 My skin eruption seems like white milk
 I am alone

 Come into my world in this strange city
 Where murders are on waiting list
 I meet you again my freind
 Together we will run away
 Away and then back
 Are we really happy?
 Or is it all a dream?
 Using of mathematics in relation to policy
 Historic organization
 Construct of my destiny

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