IRC-Galleria

The final calling echoes in mirror world
no one can hear in this time of the day
Burning religion all over the world
After tomorrow it seems to be the perfect way
probably the last fight of my decay

I can't find home from endless garden
It's getting dark, nothing left to see
and the watchdogs are hunting me

What are the odds to survive?
When I've only my shell to hide
Truely, I'm inside on fashion
but no way to get the passion
I can't choose the right area
These are the fool's criteria

Temptress strips to make herself lower
planning to flirt with timetraveller
Just wasted scene of liquid race
but it seems to be the case
Welcome to my secret cage

I can't find home from endless garden
It's getting dark, nothing left to see
and the watchdogs are hunting me

What are the odds to survive?
When I've only my shell to hide
Truely, I'm inside on fashion
but no way to get the passion
I can't choose the right area
These are the fool's criteria