Time. Time. One-time We cleared ourselves from Grime. We climbed Upside The borderless surface of Spite. Fight In spite Оf despair and grief Inside. Time To rewrite The story of our lives.
Time… Running sand, Indifferent To our hopes And aspirations.
Time… Leading light Which excite To feel delight, To stay alive.
Wild Fright Excites Delusion of burial site, Witch quite Tonight Symbolizes My forthcoming demise. But why Should I Obey To the absurd instincts of psyche? It’s time! Decide Who’s right – Your inner beast or human gist!
Climb! Don’t give up! Bitterest cup Will reveal Your hiding place.
Fight! Don’t go blind! Your recompense Right in front Of your eyes.