Growling in this side

it couldn't be so real

to believe that in our small and stacked lives

our left time is running still

mechanichell

for us is set beyond the black white line

infernal grief in heaven

not a switch

caught aside a narrow cold trip

I feel my life became an old set

where I can see the gears dance

I know my life became an old set

wheels dance and we take their step

months are days in this set

we'll never see again mother earth

we are just cogwheels, no hero

the part that grinds reverse

in course of time, we are the rust

beyond the black white line

infernal grief in heaven

don't live twice

the resurrection comes

destroy the life for your time

your time