Wall of the time

Thousands of faces with
Scare At the wall of the time…
Memory's of that compound
Are slowly missing
The great design of creation
It goes completing with his work…

But sooner or later
Their going into the list
Of the people that are living below…

So before was art, now
It gets mixture with the floor
Leaving dust and remains
On the land of the times
That in those days you
Had it as a floor, you had it as floor…

But sooner or later
Their going into the list
Of the people that are living below…
YOU ARE DEAD

DISAPEARS…