There was chaos born delightful
Into broken glass on shelves.
Frozen, humid, dark and frightful…
Colorless rainbows themselves.
Speak no evil, hear no less
Burnt in corners, shadows cry
Be the voice of the regress
Cough up fog and melt the sky.
Cogs and wheels and rusty blades.
Neons, cans and garbage bags.
You, yourself – the ace of spades
When you hurt – the sickness spreads.
Raindrops falling in abyss…
When you suffer, when you die.
There was chaos in goodbye.