By my will, I rise above!
I head the call of urges mine
I go beyond this veil of thought
And break the boundaries of divine!
Among people, less than nothing
We roam through emptiness
And are compelled to suffer fakeness!
Without grasping the futility of life
We suffer something more
In this diseased existence of loneliness
Blind believers
We continue and persist
Before giving up this struggle
This consciousness of the nothing
The nothing that surrounds us
And the nothing that awaits us!
Ruins of some lost attempt
Some lost desire for survival
Phantoms of lost times
Ruins of an existence
Feel you live among the dirt
Through memories of glories old
Forget not once was true
Seeds will bloom and become bold!