Still Age, Still Time

Brain works hardly, drop falls on mirror

He has finished words, would to known somehow wind takes away this day from his hands

Noises twist around the silent illness

Everything seems burnt, everything seems faded

He have found joy's ripper ain't an angel

Full of blame, full of lead

I don't succeed to react, I don't succeed to swallow

Still age, brain works hardly, where all my wishes are denied

Still frame of mirror, clean my misty mind. still time, a mighty mission of the lie

You'll never be the same please leave me alone

One second of fatigue, hundred bright years

Elements of ethics eclipse are running low and cold

Some closed callbacks

Monotony and anatomy of old one that never ends

Anything to do he tries

Ask or ask whispering to me what it is and what shouldn't to be

Will don't arrive to the action, arms of absent time

Nothing to say, nothing to justify

Still age, where all my wishes are denied

Still time, blow on misty mind

Still frame, the mighty mission of the lie

Still age, still time

In a personal temple he stand still, lack of appetite, lack of wounds

Show me the abyss that will be covered by undulated loneliness