Dreamworks

Sun is going downThe earth is getting coldMy tired eyes are shutting slowlyConsciousnes's goneThe space for unknown is opening wideNow I'm aloneCome with me into my worldRecess of oblivionI'll be your guideDelightful, disgusting whatever you wantSpring of inspiration you could findWhy I have to be in this hall filled with smokeDon't give up the ghostYour senses apatheticThen I see the children giving food to living onesThey are dying under the wooden footbridgeIn this large hangar I can't hear the music playIt's forbidden here to disturb the silenceI'm looking for a bookstore under the ice of a lakeI will choose the story with the bogeyman in titleWhen the idiot's gone a man is bornStrange planet sucks out the water from earthMy skin eruption seems like white milkI am aloneCome into my world in this strange cityWhere murders are on waiting listI meet you again my freindTogether we will run awayAway and then backAre we really happy?Or is it all a dream?Using of mathematics in relation to policyHistoric organizationConstruct of my destiny