Cynicism before an absolute truth
As a defense against the submission of time
Recreating that circle that as rodents
We run over the field of banality
The more reason grows, the more pain grows
The sunrise is not enough,
In here it is always confusing and silent
The custom to lose is inevitable
The null optimism
Failed ordeal
Inevitable tribulation
Slow expiration
Tear of illusion
Loss of hope that abounds in the long night
Of corrosive bitterness
(Corrosive bitterness)
Perverted in the gloom of despair
I hide before the submission of setback
Losing the challenge to the irrefutable unfortunate tempo
It is impossible to ignore the desperate call
Well, the respite from the submission to the truth
Of that acid rain in my head
I am a void
Actually devoured
Resigned by nausea
Blinded by light
Sick of hypocrisy
Chaos refugee
I'll be the dream killer
(Lies Eater)
Anxiety of the existence
The truth is decay
And nothing (nothing)
Nothing awaits us.