Movement of a finger, an idea for to release It's getting close to me, it's the silver relief All flashes in my eyes, present and past No choice for the future and I will not be the last
I will not be the last
Failing hour, the silverstrike Watching in slow-motion, pictures of life Riding towards me, can't run and hide, can't fight
Just a moment in second and strike is complete Liquid and hole will be part of me Body-shaped lines painted on the street Evidence all over the street
Movement of a finger, an idea for to release It's getting close to me, it's the silver relief Seconds turn to ages; will I leave this all behind? No time to say anything or wash the sins of mine
Wash the sins of mine
Failing hour, the silverstrike Watching in slow-motion, pictures of life Riding towards me, can't run and hide, can't fight
Just a moment in second and strike is complete Liquid and hole will be part of me Body-shaped lines painted on the street Evidence all over the street