Into the depression
To hide the body, the head is dead
Who swallows tears, Bellyache will have

Time of incubation
Sometimes everybody needs some time
To forget life, to clean the mind

Is time to close the eyes
To search inside
Dive in the river of mistake
To search inside
Drink the white blood wine
To search inside
Take one hour hot shower
To search inside

Going to creation
To drop the gun, the world has change
Close to the dark, the pain has shame