I play the logic of events
Where i look everything dies
With no surprise i count down
Seven five
Two, seven
Five one, seven
Five nul
The restrictions start to crumble
With no effort no analysis
I count down and i cant's stop
Thirty o seven,
Thirty o six,
Thirty five
The numbers become the days
Every day is just a number
The now has gone and left nothing
Another twenty three
Another click
Welcome in the circle
In the land of monotony
