Molted moon is drowning in the pool Iced skies, stars-scars Silver bleeding Burning breath of life is getting cool Face the haze, dusk-mask Black hole breeding Smell this bittersweet noise Slowly coming in sight Feel the presence of someone Who watches you sleep every night Wingless dream... Don't make a crawl It comes too far Catch the tracer bullet
Falling star Morning light will come too soon Grim grin, reek trick of your senses Raging flames of the offensive afternoon You're getting spill, the broken will, high defenceless... The flight of thousand burning birds... You step aside and watch your back! In the hour of pages groaned with words And yellow spiders attack