Another tear falls from the ceiling.
Crawling memories become flesh.
Is there a valid reason for staying here?
The waves of the sea rise screaming
Dreaming of a yesterday's memories refresh.
Emotions stuck on an old car reeking of beer.
Pagan poetry written by a troubled soul.
Old embers cracking in the deep night.
The desire slowly becomes a weird nightmare.
Somebody might die tonight for an old love.
Another dreamer gets a reason to stay awake.
A driver loses all known form of self-control.
The streetwalker loves her lust with all her might.
While that ancient death smell spreads through the air.
Are those apocalyptic signs coming from high above?
Or are they noises that the deathly crow make?
Only the underworld knows the true answer.
