I am soul, that's crucified by false ideas Braced by pain, deceived by fame, mean time and fears Letting go of life I do not know Self that suffers, search that permanently goes Sapience, madness will become your phantom goals In illusion we call life we live in vain We are puppets of synthetic blood In the hands of ever dying God Fear is what I know What I feel Void of fear I am free Breaking free Letting go of all I know Dying puppet in His show Letting go of all I know The bowl of crows Bonds of thought and human habits - frantic masterplan Useless passions, loathed compassion - we are ruled by bans Letting go of all I could ever know Dying puppet in His endless show Letting go of all I know Dying puppet in His show Letting go of all I know The bowl of crows