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You're living your life like an old silent film 

But lights go off and it's dark on the screen…

Your world 's being smashed from the yesterday's papers 

Lies of from these pages give you the light.

No stars,

No tears,

Question it 

You'll get a punch…

No future and 

No yesterday

Just we 

The soldiers 

Of these damned days.

This is epitaph.

That’s the epitaph!

There shines crownwork of the city of dreams.

Easy to be a wall but hard to be the wind!

Wind is the culprit, he'll burn in the fire 

He is unwanted 

In the kingdom of lies.

Where there's no stars,

Where there's no tears 

And the sun beams 

Are seldom here.

No future and 

No yesterday…

We are 

The dissidents 

Of the bygone days.

Imposed are ideas 

For life alternatives 

The deeper contradictions 

More petty is the game.

I'm dissident aggressor!

My head is the processor. 

It has a lot of nonsense 

But no kindness.

Silently broke all the world of your dreams, 

You're falling down - but it's too late to care. 

Easy to be a wall but hard to be the wind -

But It’s too late to decide that your fate was wrong. 

No stars… 

No tears.

Keeping silence 

Avert their eyes.

No future and 

No yesterday.

We're 

The personages 

Of the damned dream.

This is epitaph.

That’s the epitaph!