So the music makes me speak So the seldom spoken Listens to you Like wind storms meditating on onset of depression Gloomy like specious doubt of better times, and the days change Like that trembling hand that cuts the cake every birthday and every marriage These are all numbers that can lose meaning after a while
See you after a while. Catch you on the Martian Serenity teach me how to pass the time Caught by the anticipation Stop at the seminal day, and sermons of Sundays I might educate my state of nations, with my subjective mind Subject to notions of time and invective, passing by the time Cutting my life shorter without adding my life to the road of life