Come! Enter the naked century!

The room is empty... yet , there`s no sorrow
The passenger will only weep .
For he lost his eyes for nothing
Nothing to be , nothing at all

We seek the borderlines of our truth
then we gain a pretty ache...
The fight is not with demons,
`couse there are none
Just images are making fool of ourselves
and sometimes they let us alone

I left my century. It`s naked
My shadows are still lightable...