The sad side of philosophy

Are you dancing in the glass?
But don´t celebrate, your time didn´t come yet.
Are you falling asleep with
The ash on your head?
But don´t sleep,
The night didn´t come yet.
The paragraphs of the past
Twisted into the question mark.
The fall of time kills everyone.
The paragraphs of the past
Twisted into the question mark.
The pleasure is on your side
And the slimey answer.
You roll your self naked
In the mudd, but don´t worry
It doesn´t rain.
You spread water into your mouth,
But believe me that every answer
Need not to be a lie.