I am a false prophet
in the sight of a signs
despite of my self-preservation
In my chest seconds turns to days
But I come back
despite of the signs
devotion divide and die
clear out eternity to come back
When you shutter time is changed
But this is eternity
I am a god
in the sight of the signs
a false superstition
taking hold inside of you
despite of the signs
Seven seconds never ends
A vicious circle becomes so clear
in the end
they come back
We are silent signs in a silent song
sang by loudly singing choirs
testified I crave to eat your backbone
for you to die
When ...