1. DOGMA

In a mind of child
I declare empty faith
In the will of saved life

I stitch memories in his back
Relics of his life
Every day new
Till the day of his death

I slit the veins
Counting drops of blood
Like the days of a transient life
Monotony of time closed in circle
Deflected weak skeleton persists
Putrefaction shows the nature of life


2. FRAGILITY OF FAITH

Let's begin this road
Born from feeling of life
Let's show old relics
Let show them their own fragility of faith

Drenched in sadness and disappointment
Prickly hope in heart
Selfishness, pride and longing for the unknown
Fleeing from irreversible fate
To blind hope before fall


3. INVISIBLE CANVAS

With bowed head
Im sketching new plan
Looking like angel is drinking blood from my fresh wounds
Hate, anger, despair
a desire to fall, lust
Absorbs me completely

Im flicking hair but I don't see the face
Invisible canvas of outlined events
Next lines of the plan are like the days leading up to the end
Black lines are blurring together and form a black hole
A void that cannot be filled
Everything come back and go leaving behind emptiness


4. LOST DAYS, LOST LIFE

So many years I build my own road
So many years I collected crop form days of my life
Every day left one day behind
Seeking to the next not paying attention to the present
Losing days I lost my life


5. OVER MY GRAVE

Over me
I see only remains
Over me
The pollution is still alive
Over me
The death is my fate
Over me
They creating new creatures
Over me
Everything has its own way
Over me
I hear the steps of death
Over me
New fate is growing up
Over me
Nothing is alive
Over me
The cage is bigger
Over me
The death is the only way

Supplication
Prayer
Hope
Death

Over me
Another fate is putrefying
Over me
Transform a word in act
Over me
Death makes/creates life
Over me
Harmony was disturbed
Over me
Blind paths follow Blind hearts
Over me
Music is getting louder
Over me
Evil is getting bigger
Over me
Everything is "alive"
Over me
Everything going to me
Over me
Good appears with time


6. PROCESSION

Stepping on white road
I feel like chill’s enveloping my feet
Passing familiar faces
I rub my frozen hands
Slowly understanding
that I don't feel them any longer

Im joining the procession
of roam for beatless heart
For the fallen will, desire
Saying goodbay to my own life
Turned every days fate