Behind every word there's a silent place
Where squeezed sayings melt one into the others,
Dreams fall into reality when we don't expect,
Nor realize till it's too late,
Even for regrets,
Care for what you wish...

We just throw words over each other,
Unable to open our gates,
Playing the same cheap comedy
Since the Apple...
We feed the snakes with our time
Becoming the creeps of our regrets,
Falling without feelings into fake immortality,
Ashes everywhere,
Dust everyone,
Rancid souls of clay
Sold for one more moment
In the heavenish hell.

Still goin' on without regrets,
Still others to replace the missing links,
Still unable to understand
"Who the fuck is Alice? "
Ain't the question,
The blue ribbon is sold and dirty
While the cross...
Still where it's been forgotten
By our words,

I'm still tryin' to reach the silent place,
My words hide so deep inside me,
Still.