The fragments of the crystal past The fragrances of the lighthearted times Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life Flying through the clouds of the empty words Blood clots slip down on the cold glazed tile The metal fog settles on a skin - delirium comes Serpents swarm before my eyes Filling my internal space Overflowing an unwillingness vessel Undesirable pastime Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life Life is not mine, life is passing by Blink and pierce the flesh by a crystal needle Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life Life is not mine, life is passing by The fragments of the crystal past The fragrances of the lighthearted times Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life Blink and pierce the flesh by a crystal needle Fly over the fields of human hatred