Strikingly thin contours of each body
Life trolleys are moving in a deadly tunnel
The book of fate and being is sewn by plebeian laws
Ice is too thin for space exploration
It would not be so funny if it were not so sad
As if ambidexter - your destiny will overtake you anyway
It's time to die
Laudatory reviews about life from the older generation
Can not be taken seriously just because
That it all ends up like a sword blow upon the condemned
All life experience is stamped with lash marks
Thirsty, thirsty and never thirsty
With blows of a hammer, the universe cuts out year after year from your body
On the keys of fate beats a heartless creature
But a comprehensive attraction will be closed at that very moment
When the defeat of the rules will be over
Because everything around is a holiday bummer