LIFE IN NECROSY, PRE-DEATH OBLIVION LIVING CELLS AND DEATH TOGETHER ONLY EMPTY WORDS TO BE LISTENED TO UNBEARABLE WAITING FOR THE GREY HARSHNESS FROM PAST AND DEEP COMES THE ORIGIN OF THAT MORTAL HATE IT'S NOT THEORICAL KNOWLEDGE OF ESSENCE BUT PRATICAL WISDOM OF LIFE
UNEXPECTED LIE, TO RISE UP IN THE SKY
COLD IS THE HUG OF THE ROPE MY EXPRESSIONS DON'T CHANGE I KNOW TOMORROW WON'T COME IT'S A TRIP WHOSE PATH IS DRAWN BY CADAVERS OF ANGELS. WAR, I LEFT WITH MYSELF, THE ONLY THING FROM WHICH I WANTED TO RUN AWAY