May the last be a glory? Or another history
Just a write on the wall of intentions
Good is some happiness
Or bad can be tastier, more than it
Can't believe that

When it lost the line
(In a while coming down)
When the night is all
(Blackened clouds over dawn)
Only, depends, contest, knowledge, always

Right this feeling, how deep it's going
At least hold a breath
And think if we all can mute the time
Right this feeling, how deep it's going
At least hold a breath, and thy never forget

Roll and rocking on the road
Take it never on my own
Carry each moment that ever been confined
So if I say I am the one
It's a lie therein a fear
'Cause the braves are made of acts
Not from fiction of some theories

Right this feeling, how deep it's going
At least hold a breath
And think if we all can mute the time
Right this feeling, how deep it's going
At least hold a breath, and thy never forget