Time that passes
No one will give it back to me
The clock inside you
Accompanies the fleeting moment
You run and you can't ever reach it
The target, the goal
Nightmare, repressed anger
Violence that will set free
Emotion
What is this?
It does not exist
You don't see it?
But it will hit you
It always hits you
Can't you feel it on your body?
You better listen
It's there
Salvation
What is this?
You think and you will see
That you are only
Emotionally destroyed
It destroys you and your existence
Wherever you are
You can deal with it
You will have to choose
But you won't come out alive
