Dreamworks

Sun is going down

The earth is getting cold

My tired eyes are shutting slowly

Consciousnes's gone

The space for unknown is opening wide

Now I'm alone

Come with me into my world

Recess of oblivion

I'll be your guide

Delightful, disgusting whatever you want

Spring of inspiration you could find

Why I have to be in this hall filled with smoke

Don't give up the ghost

Your senses apathetic

Then I see the children giving food to living ones

They are dying under the wooden footbridge

In this large hangar I can't hear the music play

It's forbidden here to disturb the silence

I'm looking for a bookstore under the ice of a lake

I will choose the story with the bogeyman in title

When the idiot's gone a man is born

Strange planet sucks out the water from earth

My skin eruption seems like white milk

I am alone

Come into my world in this strange city

Where murders are on waiting list

I meet you again my freind

Together we will run away

Away and then back

Are we really happy?

Or is it all a dream?

Using of mathematics in relation to policy

Historic organization

Construct of my destiny