tää on luonnos

There's a turn, after that corner...
Painted in black, a beginning new from one to another.
Just a new checkpoint in this map, nothing worth to see or feel
Nothing is ever the same, kings and fools born the other day
Time has lost it's glitter. We are nothing but plastic icons
made for the mindless armies to see.

There's always something in you
in your ways
speech that would hurt me
you know that too.