Shapes Of Disaster

Thousand words are told about lifetime. Thousand reasons will not cease to be a name in memory. Take a moment having thrown out the next sheet of a calendar

Everything that interests you in this mad wheel of time is the moment you will recollect what (you) can't done. But not the man chooses the end but the ends do

Whether it is necessary to test the heart

If tomorrow yours native will hasten to you

But you can not to be with them any more

But you are in a hurry while heart works a metronome in a breast

You know that you are the mechanism in the huge machine installed

I seal the time

You'll never mind

I'll die for a soul will rise

The apathy of all you see

The echoes of your mediocrasy

Your hate I know

Your fear I saw

But I knew that was overdose

Of egoism

Of a new rigorism

Someone cry for new life bliss

You have planned the result,

You are running for it, you are searching the moment to find yourself

But you suddenly meet you'd not waiting for

Crowd of fools are gather to look as you die

The absurd was hammered into the breasts

We are pulled by what we are afraid

We greedily look to the eyes of death

That came not to us

I'll ask about the end and I will be count as the undesirable interlocutor

But having coming home

They necessarily will stick to the TV screen

Greedily contemplate the reports of new sudden outcomes

We are pulled by what we are afraid

Having concealed breath

We meet lines of wrinkles on our faces

They are more clearly, than the time has less