There are fragments of songs from my youth stirring.
Not lyrics, but angry frustrated declamations.
No madness lasts forever.
Time, the avenger.
We are time. We are the last
Life is short, after all and full of stuff.
We are searching for a way to break you, time. To break you, mind.
All will be now, dreams are too fast
You are the first
We are the last
Are the last
Black letter lies
Credits to the pop group and the cramps.