Yendri

The science is my life
And I believe in logic things
Whatever will arrive here in my lab will leave with angels wings
I can’t help them, but this is not my fault,
they all keep dying, lying here all pale and cold
The science is my life
And I believe in logic things
Whatever will arrive here just dies in my hands
I can’t help them, I can’t help them
But this is not my fault, that they’re now
pale and cold
This is how it all began and how it will go on
and how it will end - alone.
I am dreaming alone,
am living alone,
am dying alone, alone.