Day of gray, uncolored night.
We’re all inmates.
There is every person might
Be going mad.
And to do the same kind
Of the exercises.
Then do not have what the point of life is.
Maybe I am not a man,
I’m slave and sort.
Other schemes in my brain
It’s not my thought.
I did not start the plan
To take crazy road.
All the hopes and visions were destroyed.
Battle about the place in dismal stone bag.
It’s hard to breathe, like fishes on a riverbank.
Next day will be same,
Running ‘round.
This is not a game,
Don’t go out.
You feel that you need these races,
Faster than the sound.
Leave it awful hell’s embraces.
Break all their bounds.
And go run!
No one knows the day of death,
Don’t even think.
You can read expiry date
Of everything.
When the grey time will end
I will have to foul.
And replace the scheme with real soul.
Now I am switched off ‘cause the overheat inside.
Maybe I will not ever have the human mind.
Now as yesterday,
All year round.
This is not a play,
Don’t go out.
You feel that you need these races,
Faster than the sound.
Leave it awful hell’s embraces.
Break all their bounds.
And go run!
I see the skies and keep in mind the taste of rain.
Call to the stars is heard: “look here I am again!”
Next day will be same,
Running ‘round.
This is not a game,
Don’t go out.
You feel that you need these races,
Faster than the sound.
Leave it awful hell’s embraces.
Break all their bounds.
And go run!
And go run!