Time passes

When infinit becomes minimum

And nothing seems real,

Then times are changing,

And the blind are begging.

Feed from the juice that fills the roots of trees,

And enter into its nothingness .

Release the maze that struggles within,

And find thy wayto a better place.

WE NEED TO THINK
WE NEED TO LIVE
WE HAVE TO BREATH
WE WILL AL DIE!

Inspiration

Disturbed-Mistress