A drop in the void of someone's life
Pieces of imagination
Rooting in sight of humanity
A moment of lust in the process of creation

The touch of the stars refilling his guilt's
Guilt's from an old generation
Charmed by the beauty of death
Thy good in a tribute to Cain  
Thy good in a tribute to Cain

Suddenly its starts raining
Drops of rage winds of guilt
A struggle began then
Does goo regrets his invention
Does goo regrets his invention