May the last be a glory? Or another history
Just a write on the wall of intentions,
Good is some happiness,
Or bad can be tastier, more than it,
Can't believe that.

When it lost the line,
(In a while coming down)
When the night is all,
(Blackened clouds over dawn)
Only, depends, contest, knowledge, always.

Right this feeling, how deep it's going,
At least hold a breath,
And think if we all can mute the time.
Right this feeling, how deep it's going,
At least hold a breath, and thy never forget.

Roll and rocking on the road,
Take it never on my own,
Carry each moment that ever been confined,
So if I say I am the one,
It's a lie therein a fear
'Cause the braves are made of acts,
Not from fiction of some theories

Right this feeling, how deep it's going,
At least hold a breath,
And think if we all can mute the time.
Right this feeling, how deep it's going,
At least hold a breath, and thy never forget.