Texty: Moodorama. Loss Of Sense.

The gate thrown on earth
Believes life the stone which flies
That he decides where to his passions strive

The lost good sense
Is the end of complaint
By chance meeting fate with time

The ray of light
The earth blinds the luck
Emotions are wasted
The scales slowly turn

The moment gives
Tongues to stillness darkness light
But now i close the door
Make sure you're not here