(A breathing machinery)
Injecting liquid madness
(into my veins)
In torturing pain
Damaging my mechanics
With synthetic, corroding rains

In chambers of future science
My liquid crystal eyes
Recall an old man
Describing me something called dawn

Acid substances from lab
Keep working on my brain
To realize that the earth forgot
What the Sun was

My son forgive me, forgive me now
And take my sorrow to what once were skies
The scent of sadness through falling rain
I can't run from the graves - ghosts of our past