Time is just a fragrance
Of death about to come
Signs of life, rites of living
Living empire of crumbs

Soul is money, hunger are numbers
To fill the blanks hypocrisy left behind
Death is just a fragrance
A sign of life in time

We are coming from the road nowhere

Time is just a semblance
Between the mirror and the clown
The answer is fast, all my past
Made me change soul and town

Soul is money, hunger are numbers
To fill the blanks society left behind
Time is just a balance
Between the penalties and crimes

We are coming from the road nowhere

Rhyme is just appearance
Beauty and bath in violent books
Time would just give one more chance
To take at least one more look

Soul is money, death are numbers
The book mankind left behind
Death is just appearance
But no more matter of time

We are coming from the road nowhere