''ı'm the fallen with my silent drama
And my dreaded memoriesTears...
Dribbles from the eaves my heart
When the truth disown my remembrance
I'm tired of being hurted
And it's hideaway.
Sometimes ı have a drastic fear
And the lustfull reflection
Of obscured shadows then ı remember
There is no time to live
At the dead of winter night...
I wonder ıf ı will die before tomorrow
Life is too long to feel
The loneliness and the pain...