(5:12)
Land [in flight, quicker] creatures [in the grind]
With [hold their heads], stumbeling around
Sky [in black, figures we're all mutilated]
With cold eyes, broken eyes, [it's just not worth] to survive
Through the [forest of what's own]
[shred the] technical errors
Let them face the fact they're alone
With the drowning sun
A sky in black
Touch the sun
No turning back
Nowhere to run
Don't try to hide from the radiation, toxication
See the sky in black and the drowning sun
[life] born into a [fortress of a] termination, deformation
No one to blame [but] everyone
Back from dream of the one that should not be
I raise my hands to the warming sun
Still so real the [edge of each] catastrophe
The black sky and the drowing sun
A sky in black
Touch the sun
No turning back
Nowhere to run