Slime life
The big silence of the night
Brings many golden thoughts
After that wake up and fight
Make a battle from those spots
Bring the army of yourself
Back in the streets of reality
Take the weapon from the shelf
To fight the death and poverty
Circumstances wants you death
But pure life flows like hell
In this inevitable crazy time
Calm down and hold your breath
Go back to darkness and sleep well
Circumstances will stop the slime.
