The Storks brought you an angel
So Sing goddess, Sing for him
"If they could only touch his soul to understand"
And the Shiver whispers:
"You forgot how to live; Verviv tnemmoc eilbuo zeva suov"
No time, No life, No d**h, will erase the carvings
He may spoil my days and disguise the future,
The history is ours
And the Shiver whispers:
"I'm above, in, and underneath you; Rueiretni L a te suos, sussed ua"
The mnemonic only brings the clown to meet the nails in his head
He finds a book, reads the prelude... but feels the end...
Do you cry for him?
...never enough
And the Shiver whispers:
"Do the math for a decade to live chaos for a second"
...and a second is wasted, as the previous and the next, making your path
narrower than it could be or should
And the Shiver whispers:
"I am the one writing these words..."
Will they be the next carvings?