Time is just a fragrance Of death about to come Signs of life, rites of living Living empire of crumbs Soul is money, hunger are numbers To fill the blanks hypocrisy left behind Death is just a fragrance A sign of life in time We are coming from the road nowhere Time is just a semblance Between the mirror and the clown The answer is fast, all my past Made me change soul and town Soul is money, hunger are numbers To fill the blanks society left behind Time is just a balance Between the penalties and crimes We are coming from the road nowhere Rhyme is just appearance Beauty and bath in violent books Time would just give one more chance To take at least one more look Soul is money, death are numbers The book mankind left behind Death is just appearance But no more matter of time We are coming from the road nowhere