With no bones left, the skeleton smiled

That pain, the soul feels now, when its dignity died

No mercy on the muscles, that enriched the soil

The stickiness of the body, will be turned into a source of fuel

After a year, the colours of its coffin disappeared like its last wealth, ego, pride, fame, truths or everything it lied

From the grave of its own, the devil once cried

Echoes in the air get stucked
and tired

Devil wants to jump...