This is the end
All the useless wait for this
The argument has been created
The light is ours
The darkness only will be
We could demonstrate
But left some confidence
Recklessness or constraint
No one remembers strictly
The ancient vague words
Fly to our genes
Our time expires, there’s nothing we can do
Left to the Moon
Beyond the lightless territory
Where we walked many times
The word has been written
Left to the Moon
All the useless wait for this
The argument has been created
The light is ours
The darkness only will be
We could make demonstrate
But left some confidence
We can rotate
In our stroboscophic room
Seeing silhouettes
Right to an open window