Conspiracy of singing sounds,
Of Northern winds and human crimes
Brings the delicacy of movements
That follows people with demise.
It's hard to figure what's important
For those, who haven't given up.
Scarred from the top and to the bottom
They find a reason to get up.
The darkness playing with their minds
Some horrible and frightful games
Is primed to never give away
What's so decisive to remember
Yet just as easy to forget - disgrace.
Occurrence skipping masses' brains:
Nobody truly is a saint.
Instead of going through their veins
Go straight to yours and keep them safe.
