Get up!
Off your knees
God echoes only absence
Doesn’t hear your please
I see this pattern goes on and on
Hoping for change?
Evolution is never tender

We’re breaking apart
Shipwrecked at the edge of universe
Our brick-house starts to collapse
Whispers of only emptiness inside
To ruins we build something else
Hoping it lasts longer
But last cigarette burns always fastest

We’re facing our dead-end here
With lack of ability to reverse time
Would it change anything?
As sometimes could be better unborn

Battered up/beaten and torn
There seems to be no middle
Better not make false-steps here on the edge
Grasping to destiny
When cannot believe to chance

To destination where lights are unknown
Carved in breathing walls;
Desolation
Yet in mysterious ways
Life finds its strength to go
But eventually
As written
All will decay