Woken up by silence
And a strange chemical taste
Surrounded by remains
Of technological waste
Weak sunlight is grateful
For cracks in poisoned clouds
Everything has been so busy once
And now it rests under bloody shrouds
Surviving has begun
Roaming, searching for some emotions
Lukewarm life is getting cold, dead, forgotten
Hope, where have you been
Ive lost my will to live
Within this deadly thrill
But I cannot afford to go now