A few cats and some tramps, no one is wandering...
nor music, nor shouting, even a slight noise can...

Weak is bad, strong is good
Be it false, be it true...

A drop from gushing finger,
the one you pull the trigger...

E.T.N.A.
Gloom lays in the stage...

Waves of glowin metal
rise like a convoy...

It tore you to the stork
the hardest jail you’ll know...

You’ve sealed the promise
when I was born...

Darkness with no memory
fog of rising feelings...

All the emotions inside
not leave them overflow...

Heavy thoughts in my mind
take my time so i can lie...

You’ve no escaping route from this material...
don’t believe in what men are making you do...

Grabbed with no warning
from thousands ‘n thousands hands...