Appearance of the Voice

The day'd be gray he'd said

Ask him to chase the early rising sun next day

Look for the highest place to stand

Don't understand the bodiless voice

(Your brain ride the ring)

I think I have to flee from him

Don't dare to chase the early rising sun one day

Or am I condemned forever to? The roads

(They will make this the route we take)

The road is so white all skeletons and?

Whose? Do I have to play

To be ravaged by?

And hidden by? Voices inside my rotting brain

So now I must end this?

I have to question myself

I don't want to go on

Forever?

She is the one whose light?

She? The shadows of?

She lives by?

We live we die?

Time starts to burn my? Skin

Now should I flee or should I try to follow

Are my

Because I'm a?

The huiman flesh is changing superficial glow

Thrashing light and?

In experience and history

? I want to care and die

Like all the others

I had searched the place

Just to the? Or do I try to make you trust in me

I think I have to flee from here

Don't try to chase the early rising sun one day

Or am I condemned for the end of time to?

Waste of time? Light proclaim my duty

To be porepared for final