No reason for love in the city of time
With reign of mechanic routine.
To love is to die since to love is the crime:
You"re out of law and the stream.
 
The story begins when the death of the soul
Gave birth to the soulless world:
The city of time and the wires that growl,
The city of smog, dust and mold.

No place for emotions. You turn into doll
And hide deep in dark underground.
Discovering secrets so heavy and bold
Allowed resurrection to crowd.

The body of human with look made of glass.
Not God, but the City stretched palms:
Mechanic Messiah is ready to grasp
The power of heavens, so calm!

No light reached the corner where you used to sit,
So ugly and naughty, and small.
But now Apocalypses is in the streets,
The shadow of Messiah-like doll.