Setting sun over the boulevard
Orange brilliant cold rays wound my eyes
ancient headless divinity`s statue
Mute and obscure, anonymous life`s rider
Another one bites the dust of failure
poisoned thoughts on the shadows
lonely pylon divides the moon
And I see two different faces
Smell of concrete in this rusted air
Taste of blood in my mouth
Car carcass under the sun
Oppressive clouds of desperation
I need the turpentine to clean my errors
Definitive clean work, impossible to end
And I cry high to the sun
I can`t pretend to be alone
And I cry high to the sun
I can`t pretend it`s not my fault