Ordinary life, everyday without value

No tragic thought, nobody gripe in

anixiety

You are glad to life

You don't know what waiting for you

Is the last while

Don't say nothing

You're turn to death

Preparing your end

Remaining drop in your cup

You're running like blind

Death is lead to other realm

Fatal whiles near, you're smiling

Death touch for you, is in your body

Slowly trip up your foots, brutal scene

Your body cry blood, pile up without name

Preparing your...

Silent singing is resound

Nobody think for nothing

All is black, some tears... some words

Is it only nonsense's?