The year of the fall, the year of escape
, the year of escape and waiting
, the age of the blossoming of metal,
the black year, two thousand
years of the fall of affection
to infinity below zero,
the ultimate ascension of the mind
, the thought of interpretation of zero
in the mind of cold machines,
the meaning of love and need
on the tape of memory,
that is, an incurable pain,
the year of reaching a dead end,
claw to the wall, drawing
from spirituality, the loss of
the body to the instinct of the
tribe, that is, a person of
blood does not mean anything, solidarity
is a dream, which
is the interpretation Tomorrow is not the
year of the fall, the year of escape,
the year of escape and waiting
for the bitter and springless autumn, the
black year of two thousand
years, when there is no blood in the veins, the
metal heart is in the chest,
when the image of the time of
breaking is the mirror, the
tribe means that one person
is bloody, there is no meaning, solidarity
is a dream that
has no interpretation of tomorrow,
in those days that come,
no one thinks about anyone, everyone thinks of
screaming, everyone does not
care about each other, everyone does not care about each other.
Even to death,
if someone asks for help,
who knows what he says
, in the books of the
white papers, there is always
no enmity or friendship
, nothing is written
, this is inevitable for us, the
upward journey to the fall, the story of the
voice always
ends with the word silence,
when the mirror of love
becomes black under the dust
, it is the time of the dawn of disaster
, the year 2000 arrives.
