Fin de Siecle - 1 - Colder Than Ever

Where the sky is burning
Where the fog is lying down its wings
On the brown soil
Where are the reefs of the asphalt trees
Like lost thought
I was flying

The wooden Grief lost in silence
The scream of life cold as a shudder

The acrid taste of air
On the path i walk
Loos'n' my own breath
fool with the tick'N' clock

Bitter sorrow made by Moonlight
The guest-snake fortunate gambler

Its colder than ever

Bits of life fall'N' from my hands

Searchin for a dream
I don't need it