Just another perfect day spent in labour

Frantic ants and worms fading into black

I can’t recognize the face staring in the mirror

Guess it should be me or what I was supposed to be

I know – You are way to blind to care for

And I know – You will never realize

I want to know – When the tables gonna turn

Can’t relate to the fact we’re fading away

Can’t deceive these never-ending days

Swirling into black

So I cling to this madness calling my name

And to see right through just look in my eyes

Crawling into night

Craving for a future that never comes

Weak resistance and despair, all out frailties

Always on the run never have enough

Still corroding what I am forcing evolution

Till the end of time, I’m supposed to burn