Infusion of eternal melancholic and stamina
The love for majestic sound
As we live through a disaster of one self
Make each day closer to destruction and farther
From our reality for witch we pretend is calibrated
By our motion towards dissolution.
Narrating our torture
It is inevitable,
yet we find comfort in the fragile state of mind that
Lets us forget that we are just a spare for the wheel of life.