go pull the strings to catch your time.
we – draw – a – line
to stroke the point of no return.
it’s – time – to – burn 

we're on the point of lance,
we're in the air!
we have fallen into the place, 
where everything is music

attachments tears everything
you love you hate you had you ate.
the momentary lapse

you’ve put your tail between your legs
to feel its warmth
the monetary lance,
time lapse of thousand years should pass

lyrics by Egor Efremov (HAUP me)