Now, it can`t be denied, don`t put aside for some hundred reasons...
And through, nonsense and [bad word]  you tried to get to the things beside your vision...
Ah, play with the things made of clay when the pages are inlayed in the book of mindless...
Slow move with the flow, I know yo can go, and the end is near...

II.
Crawl, stand up and fall, without control, you`re the one of thousands... [bad word] won`t make you feel, reality is real, they can only steal your mind...
...Is caught, like a black spot, and you`re off your dot feeling the same is awful...
Smile like a self-denial, you`re put on a trial, now there is no choice for you and me...
 [bad word] 
Consequent dozes, never enough,
Life is torn like a stuff,
May be you`re guilty, may be you`re not
Patient disturbance, wild and taught!!!

III.
Now, it can`t be denied, don`t put aside for some hundred reasons...
And through, nonsense and [bad word]  you tried to get to the things beside your vision...
Flame burns down your name, no one`s to blame, feelin` the same is awful...
So slow move with flow, I know you can go, I know you can go-o-o-o...