Screams of the steel-wheels
Anxious rumbling
Cuts my body
I think I've already gone
And I bang the door
I wish I could fly up to the sky
Cemetery of the century
Tore bodies
Broad bloodline
Exploded notions
Fears and nightmares
The world's purulent ulcer
In the entreaty eyes of animals
As we evaporate from the universe
Our feelings are slipping away
On the noteworthy pictures
Of the global presence movie
Here on the endless ocean of time
Only the compulsion bears words
Life is dying
And screaming with sirens
The crackbrains of blood are
Moaning in fires
Ice in the machine
The cogwheels are rusting slowly
That nobody repairs
But all hands construct new things
And the index of production is rising and rising
I try to clean myself