Žodžiai dainai: Fleurety. Last-Minute Lies. Vortex.

the pain is neverending all the dreams have been
deflowered the once lethal weapons are corroding
quickly perfectly circular little men are dancing
through the past the future is being touched by
serpent fingers the streams float on countless choirs
cry fadelessly a puzzle without pieces this fight is
not against time it is against timelessness withering
weeds have defeated the malformed lilies at dawn it
all continues anew