It is the seventh day of thought
That I forgot about clock.
I spent a time of mine in vain
And I drink a mug of pain.
Shall I try to change myself at least?
I see my head became a beast's.
It goes the seventh our from now
When I've drowned in question how.
How am I to choose the right and honest way?
My dream - to finish drinking that mug of pain.
But no one'll hear pray for this.
So my soul's already turned to the beast's.
Should I start a new life then?
I'm not sure who I am...