Yet in the body of this wall As much as the colors,

Yet in the body of this wall
As much as the colors, the washed people
Professional revenge is your consciousness
As much as the color of the illuminated light
The sky is suddenly blue
One of your favorite faces to sink to the bottom
Why close his eyes and break the path
Draw two maps, between two countries
There is a separation of emotions ...
Yet there it is
The windows come to a closed room
The walls rose at midnight
Fear comes in your shadow
My disobedient courage recognizes the light
Is not the cowardly darkness alone now?
The paths that surround you are all gone
This lonely house of night hangs in a vacuum
Draw two maps, between two countries
There is a separation of emotions ...
Yet these two thorns, like the city itself
My sleep was filled with crowds
When the unconscious comes to the ground, unconscious
Who is sitting on his knees thinking of the epitaph ...
But here comes the wind at a distance ...