In this dark-eyed room, now spent mind

Too little time time

You wake up, hours loom

It comes to you too too

The staff went through the power lines

The power lines



Some more time, is little

The life, the scroll has killed them

If you cross the line, forever asking why



Shiver only witnesses, with every move

Sweat a beat bright-eyed glint

Last morning never comes for holding to

Too soon for you too



Some more time, is little

The life, the scroll has killed them

If you cross the line, forever asking why



If there's a time close to you die

I will be plesead to meet you to see you

If you'll be going ice