We lie
transient
awfully tempting spell out time of its collapse as a sin
never seeking gloomy clouds of madness
redemption of a dream last
expects us to the end
always fighting with our long eagle destruction
rose with terrifying new NIP sows already
it is not always gloomy dream vanishing
I have an eagle on the guilt spit
sob meet our ghosts cross burning
naively suffering loses its wind
new world is running out before me
Each existence dance
dreams for the sin of losing a long loneliness!
NIP treacherous death in sin with guilt forgotten
look just like a kid wound admires us!