This party sucks
It's undream, it's unreality,

It's a crack between the worlds,

Time between life and death.



It's highway from the beginning by the end

And from the end to the beginning -

Last crossroads on a way.



Tear still flows down on a cheek,

But when it falls on the ground,

Then tear to become glass.



I feel it presence, I feel it breath,

I feel it steadfast look on my wounded body.

Yeah, I'm simply a dying coyote.