We’re living an age of sadness
And are the germs of the disease
We dare on the edge of the balance
Further from us we cannot see

All consists in wax and wane
All consists in raise and fall
If the mind could make one step back
We’d get the moon’s sight

We are born an under-race
Waiting for “anyone saves”
Through the time we’ve lost the faith
We’re drowning in the wavе

All consists in wax and wane
All consists in raise and fall
My microscope madе of light
Gives me the space sight