The game his in the end The sun has already set Just the red was left In the sadder afternoon My eyes divide in the sea. My soul gulps and I feel old and tired Trying to hide in the gutter Or somewhere else. Unknown, dead and dark My eyes and my soul bleed Through the Windows i see the rain Pours killing the Thirst of mournful flowers The ship leaves the wharf. Pictures are turning yellow Erasing all the past. A dying fetus People who pass are automated They walk for the End without money To smile at the futility Of their material dreams