Poeme : Since The World Is Going Down

I have little to say
And I think it is because of the emptyness
Of our times, of our world
The grey day is becoming a part of me
My mind, now keeps her hands I cannot see i’m blind
But I keep it that way, I knew better
I now keep fighting, but not faster and faster

i-avə litlə to sε
ɑ̃d i tɛ̃k it is bəkozə ɔf tə ɑ̃ptɛ̃εs
ɔf uʁ timə, ɔf uʁ wɔʁld
tə ɡʁe dε is bəkɔmiŋ a paʁ ɔf mə
mi mɛ̃d, nɔw kipz- εʁ-ɑ̃z- i kano si iεm blɛ̃d
byt i kip it ta wε, i knεw bεte
i nɔw kip fiɡtiŋ, byt no faste ɑ̃d faste