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

Waves of glowin metal
rise like a convoy...

a few cats and some tramps
no one is wandering around...

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

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

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

All the emotions inside
not leave them overflow...

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

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

Darkness with no memory
fog of rising feelings...

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

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