Site down,don't move, listen to me
Look up to the sky, this is the key
Is this really what you want to be?
Why so whispering about being free?
Just ask yourself about truth, about reality
That's all: poor,rich ,all makes us knee
That there is no eternity
Written between the graves it hurts, it bleed it's so heavy
Memento morí
Since you will left
And become drift
Why are you wasting your gift
It's your soul ,you life ,your light, a big Heft
To be lost, forgotten, mistaken, empty of faith ...