Like in a deep sleep, agitated in a dreaming state, just like following the stream. Blindfolded and with no faith, we're overwhelmed, fixed and nailed to a mental desire for lust. Tightened in a knot, pulling it so tight, after a while you give in without a fight. It multiplies and yet it seems to satisfy? So we keep on pulling hard. Another piece of us left to die (chorus). In this quest of life , we're trapped by our greed. Blinded with this anger, all we do is cheat. We will take the power, we will claim our rights. Beyond this possesion too eager to fight. Bewilderd by these concepts, based on our self, the endless chain becomes so strong. Untightening is not even considered right. Envy and false pride. The ingredients of illusion. The choise is ours, cut it our or choose confusion (chorus).