| So many wrong ways, so many scars | |
| So many empty days into this world of grey | |
| I clench my hands, standing on edge, now isolated | |
| With no redemption to be found | |
| I've wasted so many words | |
| I've grown into the realm of lies | |
| I have no purpose or glorious goals | |
| To lead my soul | |
| God, tell me why I have to face | |
| This state of slow disintegration | |
| So many gestures, so many nights | |
| Trying to fight my fears, to delay misery | |
| A very last time before I die | |
| I let it go away and I just give up once again | |
| All my expectations, all the lives I could have dreamt of | |
| All of this will turn to dust, scattered in a wind of pestilence | |
| A random shift in suffering scales, a vanishing grain of sand | |
| Into the sea of nothingness, I've lost all hope or faith | |
| I fall deep into oblivion, a wish to not share the pain | |
| I'm far beyond all denial and vain negation | |
| I desecrate the foundations of my own fragile existence | |
| I'm lost into the purest darkness | |
| I suffocate under the weight of grief and deception | |
| I've wasted so many words | |
| I've grown into the realm of lies | |
| I have no purpose or glorious goals | |
| To lead my soul | |
| God, tell me why I have to face | |
| This state of slow disintegration | |
| Tell me why we all remain | |
| Engulfed into sheer emptiness | |
| I cannot see the light beyond |