The Seconds -

It’s the freedom of this faith

Green eyes guide her way

So long

This sorrow

Creature of the hollow absent soft victorious

«Close your eyes and you will see»

Cliche lives in me

Swallow

The seconds

The minutes

The hours

The ages

The epoch

The time bomb

Predators in the end

Will give way to the week

Dominating the end

But then what?

Predators will pray

«Burn this house down»

No one cares

Build it up way outside

Destroy the whole thing

Turn inside out, way outside

Build a prison time bomb

Save it for the chorus