I've closed my eyes, there is no history
Under the roof of my crucified thoughts I've found kingdom of abandoned dreams
Laying in the darkness, without any after
Slippery as lizards whispering their names
My consciousness is coming gloom
My eyes reflect me recollections
Inside such loneliness,
Ignorated by my dreams
I'm the weakest letter of the sense
Under the roof of my crucified thoughts I've found kingdom of abandoned dreams
Laying in the darkness, without any after
Slippery as lizards whispering their names
My consciousness is coming gloom
My eyes reflect me recollections
Inside such loneliness,
Ignorated by my dreams
I'm the weakest letter of the sense