I turn to myself , to look for remains of time
My past gives birth to torsos of dead hours of mine
Present brings abortion-days into this nameless world
Devoured rotting flesh of my unspoken words
I can feel the walls the maze of smiles of fake
Built of blows of mine I can feel the walls leads my steps astray
Mutants of birth and breeding-sharp fangs to hire
Ariadne's thread made of barbed wire
Doors open to Nowhere, beyond invisible sill
Walls of deranged concepts keep on growing still
My past gives birth to torsos of dead hours of mine
Present brings abortion-days into this nameless world
Devoured rotting flesh of my unspoken words
I can feel the walls the maze of smiles of fake
Built of blows of mine I can feel the walls leads my steps astray
Mutants of birth and breeding-sharp fangs to hire
Ariadne's thread made of barbed wire
Doors open to Nowhere, beyond invisible sill
Walls of deranged concepts keep on growing still