"... I'm not afraid of jumping into the fire
I'm afraid that I won't jump
The consciences are minor..."

Frail fragments of a distant
Memories
Blur the trail
And with last breath
That clench to me
It made me see
That we all instinct acting
Self men eating
Beings

"...a man can be responsible for only three things
What he does
How he acts
And what he thinks
All the rest are basics and egotistical actions, which
propelled
By no good reason."

Frail fragments of a distant
Memories
Blur the trail
And with every beat
Of a heart
With every tear
That we shade
We're ending at the same point
Same situation
Same nonprofit goal

"... through out the historical line men never
Learned from his mistake. Arrogance ruled
This world and will keep on ruling..."

Thus we cry
Thus we hurt
We'll never know something else

Those are the broken memories of utopia