Another day, grey sky remains the same,
Unrestrained black noise is reminiscence stream
Childhood pictures, the dawn is tinted with sepia
Breakdown of underself is casting shadows on the world

The altered state of consciousness
When laughter seems a baseness
Nobody knows when it will over
When the grey means black

Foreignness, sleet like for the first time
Odour of mud, movements become mechanical
Feeling of the day of wrath, songs of wrong revel are sounding
Reflections of thunder are ringing in my ears

This will never end
Joy is just illusion
Feeling of authenticity is glimmering
Through the sphere of uselessness
I'm laying useless in the shadows,
My blood poisons me