Intro
Vladimir Guzman
I am a memory of our future
I am the echo of the deceased voices of warning
I live in a leftover world
Surrounded by the remains of a civilization that once flourished and grew itself to its doom
I roam a past now covered by oddity, danger and despair
Life is at times just barren
I call this home, because there is no other
Because I never had a chance nor the choice for another
I roam this world, I play this world
I sing of the past and the present
I am
Loh