Testo Nevernity Enter My Silence
Another venture to regain in so-called glory
More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns
The demon-clockwork turns
The guilt of wishing an end to this all
is tightly anchored to our lack of time...
I abhor the seconds - we need extended hours to flee
The gravity is crushed and all floats uncontrolled
The death of present time is near; farewell naivism...
We're waiting for the never to come
More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns
The demon-clockwork turns