[Parole: Oscar Souto] Life ends now, the number on our back Fall down, the rising of the dark We have a target on our head Found dead, no nothing, no regrets This is it We have reached the point of no return Mean world symtom All hope's gone, a thing we can't deny Is lost, the meaaning of our life Through time, a gentle lullaby Fake things, no future, no respect This is it We have reached the point of no return Mean world symtom Stop now We have to keep the circle intact We have to be prepared for impact Improved version of ourselves? In this mad world in terminal Every day is so critical We are getting infest We are faiting the test