Half a year has gone by in 2012, presenting us the end of the world, the heat is up the weather is insane, life isn't getting any easier.
The inner sanctuary has been invaded,
Lost of space feels the frustrated,
The scorching sun rides through the crack,
Melting, dissolving the trodden track.
Run, run in every direction,
Save yourselves from destruction,
Survive the apocalypse till the morning dawn,
Then you will reach the future's front.
We do what we can when we can,
to build a future to what we planned,
We drenched ourselves in tiredness,
And drives ourselves to our own madness.
The blue or the red pill?
The decision is up to you still.
Let's go to the depths of the rabbit's hole,
And let's see what events unfold.