memorize your past,
how it shooted up your dream,
faces living in your sorrow,
shut over, let them bleed
through imagination hollow.
you must do it last.
memorize your day,
filled whith decay and hate,
lost in river
defenitions and meanings.
step by step,
poison's getting in you...
why don't you foolow
road of the crowd,
micarulous, loud, glory?
you know the end of this story...
each story is ending
and living life pending
rememer the snow,
falling down, at your face...
do you know, that you follow it's coldness
across the stage,
getting in silver bullets,
fulling of lead.
Take you dreams back,
there, inside,
billions of dead faces
are tied,
and this bound makes you stuck
in everywhere and nowhere.
at last...i met you,
i know, you don't see me,
i'm breaking your charms
i'll take you with me
to the pond, under the moon,
where flowers grow - always in bloom,
as you sad me...