No Solution

Life in Necrosy, pre-death oblivion
Living cells and death together
Only empty words to be listened to
Unbearable waiting for the grey harshness
From past and deep comes the origin of that mortal hate
It's not theorical knowledge of essence but pratical wisdom of life

Unexpected lie, to rise up in the sky
Unexpected lie, to rise up in the sky
Unexpected liе, to rise up in the sky
Unexpеcted lie, to rise up in the sky

Cold is the hug of the rope
My expressions don't change
I know tomorrow won't come
It's a trip whose path is drawn by cadavers of angels
War, I left with myself, the only thing
From which I wanted to run away