Tonight I shall wake up
from the nightmare of this life...

Dance that imbue the aptitude
of postures in all the shadows...

The biggest nemesis of spring
is not winter that imbues her...

Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...

Not necessary
from some solid attributes...

We scratched these walls
carved the hardships...

They're dry and dead
these fake flowers...

Between my heart
and heart of the oceans...

Like waves
that retreat and climb...

All the fire in the world
is nothing...

We’ve been devoured
therefor we are devouring machines...

Leave the wastes where they belong:
in the stores...