| You are picking crops of the acts | |
| Acted and no existed | |
| Tunnels to infinity | |
| Gloomy, cold and wet | |
| Are Gaping like beast's muzzle | |
| A lots of gates are open | |
| On the edges of mind and dreams | |
| Lack of time is your the worst nightmare | |
| Feelings against instincts | |
| Slowly dying with resistance | |
| Where your bodies rascals | |
| Are going for a butcher | |
| Pie after pie, for pieces | |
| Step by step to the edge | |
| Scattered in the abyss, lonely | |
| Your fate-your choice | |
| Rapid stream of time is a transformation | |
| Against you and for you | |
| Whispers-answer for unknown | |
| Naked triviality of life | |
| Shroud of darkness surrounding the souls "Dreams those small pieces of death How I hate you" |