Sun of a summer. wait for return
Wait for the wind
No retribution. All that we done
Searching for more
I wanna follow the path of my own
River of smell
Nothing before, nothing again
We are all going to...

Endlessly waiting in mind
Washed the dirt off his life
Living with hard clenched fists [bad word] disease
 
We are searching the day
We are searching the night
We are searching the space
We are searching the life
 
Where you see the form I see madness
Who will show you atomic movement of stream
 
Suffer. From within. Fear. Let me out
 
Light is devouring me
Here is the sign of the past
Would you forget me that beast
Was inside blackened glass