Burned out, hidden from the crowds inside of stranger's minds,
there are things to be found
in a time after time...after time.
not always you can read the last memories
inside of the universe book,
you always share what it takes
but now it gets more than you took.
Nothing left to be undermined,
simple, eternal, contagious,
chasing ashes from those empty pages,
the last sillhouettes from your lost forgotten mind.
Go! No more tracks to follow, no more chances to throw,
you always wanted to reach for something more, more, more...
Find us, smash us into pieces,
our tomorrow's secrets are allready shown,
throw us away and bring us back until our souls releases,
Tribute to: Edgar Allan Poe