Loving Thunder
Silence the main street, Lunatics on rise
Fill the plain spirit, genetics won't fry
Energy of the lost child, tears on her cheeks won't dry
Wailing for the bought lives, eyes whine
Into parables, no more variables
Darkened towards the rotten Souls
Mouth won't talk, this lines
Until pacifist uncover the deadline
Days into seconds on those plains of the restaurant
Thunders and dreams collide as she grabs mine