Scopperloit
Every destination leads to new memories, You compile reality everyday; Some pebbles lost in the bay, Surviving souls are hopes in your way.
Oh! The mighty sun, What you saw in the road; The cooks are busy in their Lives stove, Water your happiness to harvest some love.
Actuality and factuality of life, You device pain and cultivate all vice; There is a growing tide, You decide your stride!
Now when the moon grows full, You decide and break the rule; Those innocents are not fool, Killer – go back to your school!?
