A few cats and some tramps, no one is wandering...
nor music, nor shouting, even a slight noise can...

A drop from gushing finger,
the one you pull the trigger...

E.T.N.A.
Gloom lays in the stage...

Waves of glowin metal
rise like a convoy...

It tore you to the stork
the hardest jail you’ll know...

You’ve sealed the promise
when I was born...

Darkness with no memory
fog of rising feelings...

All the emotions inside
not leave them overflow...

Heavy thoughts in my mind
take my time so i can lie...

You’ve no escaping route from this material...
don’t believe in what men are making you do...

Grabbed with no warning
from thousands ‘n thousands hands...

Not for the selfies, not for the fame
Not for the money even if you aren’t ashamed...