too much express the little
it's too much to express the most
leave it in the middle
can't feed the others in the lost
too quiet to hear the ticking
maybe it's all in the head
the knowing knows what happens
what is waiting after death
time is floathing
just leave the middle on the right
don't know why the knowing don't tell
what's the reason to fight
the battle of the living
already decide who wins
the one who can live further
and the one whose road on the emptiness begins
it leads to nowhere
maybe to the edge of death
where memories will be repeated
where hate and faults won't forget
it's the luggage
that you must carry within your dreams
it's the luggage who can be fade
when you're here with me
it's all so lonely
I keep mourning and weeping for you
and I keep walking on the road
till I found a new
and each second
that you make a single sound
the hole keeps darker
in the ground
don't forget me
it's too late for tears
if you understand
you would feel the same as me