Deep-pression - Quintessence

it's another night
when you cut your hands in fury
why you cant cut the skies from those heavy black clouds...
cut it whole in two
i swear i saw you dead walking along the seashore
i could swear
but i feel your living breath
it's not from the beyond...
i smell
smell to much
stench
has no name
it just goes down with all ideas we keep
in our heads
dont expect anything
and you will be rewarded
expect
and you will be found broken in the mud
all for the tommorows you promised to yourself

and the road of pain is just the same line
but bold
as the life
nothing can stop this great expansion of the Universe
nothing can stop Hell since it all started

you look so great in the dying moonlight
cold rays
wood crawlers - they climb up
to smell your fear
and delight...
eh sometimes ..it's the same

wonderful road cross in nowhere
all stands still
almsot the same
but dead
dead from teh ground to the soil up down

i stand proud while my vomits drift
drowning me
in this cold space
i dreamt
quintessence...
we dont ask now! ...
we answer!!! ... ... ...