burning body of the fame
is eaten by the hungry flame,
drawning in the endless game
dancing on the wings of plane.

sky is grey-sky can cry,
search for prey and we will fly,
search for way that we could walk
scars you have are like a mark.

sad and blassed are words you said,
sex and love are combined to live.
silence's blassed above our heads,
fire burning down what you give.