(No soul, no world, words)

Days after days, everything is grey
The city is empty, winds blow in the streets
no memory to remain here
Even the words don't matter
And carved stones, which fell and broke, won't be remembered. Nobody has even cared.

Nor temple, nor house, no, only old bricks and dusty shapes. No visitor to see them too.
The Kingdom left its names
And the dry veins have no walker
I don't remember when it happened. Do you my dear? Maybe, I was too young.
Everything is finally falling appart, again, and again. Finally.

Fog machine is on, we're all dancing in the hall of an old USSR's embassy.
Let the forests burn, while protectors are slaying our friends.
If cold is your heart, the universe also is.

Sons of the Father are laughing hard, they all learn from Him, and quite well I'll say.
Anger for pity, the rape before the move, the word to do the order,
darkness upon void, the world after the rape, the rope and the word, consecrated movement to justify the order. Anger for darkness, void, create the word, an order to rape, and so on.

We already talked about that.

Wrath and love, His love really overwhelmed us. Stroboscopic lights on the pianist, thousands guitars and few horns, stars and bullets and stripes.
And here,
Nothing will really change.
And here,
it's somewhere else.

Chaotic neutral flooded lives. Gardens on bloom, flowers smell like piss. A dog is barking at the moon, but it's the wind and the street, again.
Thank you my dear, we won't fuck the goat, not tonight.

We haven't understood pain, but we learnt to pay for it, with it.
We learnt a lot, but we forgot more.
It was long, but it was fun, sometimes.