Time is moving fast but my body is losing it's mass.
Day by day the Earth moves on it everlasting tracks.
Minute after minute, another fiber belonging to my
being, becomes the past. Am I going crazy or does
it feel like we're spinning until we all crash ? Ashes
to dust, nothing is able to heal the pain ,not any flask
nor laugh. As lightning flashes onto the night sky, this'll
all seem like a dream, we can't believe has passed. The only way
to survive this nightmare, is to keep a straight face under
our only mask.