All this time you know isn't more than a picture on a stone

Empty tragedies told only by the phone

Maybe you could try to be a perfect bride

But I know, tonight you will read the story of my life

You are like spider-man - you're wasting time in the web

All dead batteries require human energy

It is a trap of the century for a long long time

Faded destiny Believes that it's right to make a copy of my life

Dancing on the throne, try not to lose the crown

When the trees around will be painted in plastic chrome

Open your virgin eyes to the sound of chimes

This is the last sunrise that gives you its meaning of life

What have you done? touch screen and guns?

But there could be leaves that satisfy your mental needs

And then you will be found among the clouds

Do you want to know what it means? Turn it on...

If you like dead flowers from electric gardens ... [bad word] 

Unreliable friends and regular updates... So [bad word] to the line