Future Logoi

[drifting pages]

Come, let's us forget that future
If we end up soacked with blood again
Wrapped and coiled in the lukewarm wind

that's probably

A sign
A sign,a sign, a sign

Escape and break free, escape and break free
From a fate far to sad

You're not a flower of hell
Not in that place

Don't bloom there, don't bloom there
Don't let yourself get tangled up

Broking pieces of time, flying about whithout a sound