| I’ve shovelled through dust to find you |
| To the point I heard the sound of your mind |
| Memories displayed a secret gallery |
| Cargo on an unmanned freight-train |
| You tell me the earth is a womb |
| Forging fake centuries |
| Plugging the entrance to a new world |
| Thriving in the realm of your chest |
| A chromium sun gleams in your eyes |
| Like a hatched-out horizon it bleaches the skies |
| The glowing behemoth came back from somewhere |
| And its chromium chest it breathes |
| Your skin is a barrier to another world |
| Centuries gone, just came back |
| Music in a silent universe |
| Ancient echoes from pre-historic birds |
| The desert monument stuttered |
| «Real and dry, hurt and scrape» |
| The hollow moment, battered |
| Is now wiped clean from the sky |
| The chromium sun gives a strict glare |
| Sliding on your limbs, overriding your sphere |
| The hatched-out horizon came back from nowhere |
| On its chromium hands and knees |