| Reality, this spiteful snake | |
| Rearing its ugly head | |
| Venom dripping from its grin | |
| As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way | |
| Given a thousand years to collect | |
| To process, to portray | |
| We could never encompass the voracity | |
| Of one single day | |
| Trapping us in its winding | |
| It's closing malignant cycles | |
| A tightening coil to bind us | |
| Hold us tight in unforgiving embrace | |
| Its all engulfing jaws, infinite, boundless | |
| Biting down on the dying flesh of hope | |
| Its fiery breath leveling, dismantling | |
| Flattening, tearing down the structures of our dreams | |
| Overcome, defeated | |
| Terrified, shivering, mute | |
| Reality is terror | |
| This truth is absolute | |
| Reality, this spiteful snake | |
| Shedding its smothering veil | |
| A shroud to asphyxiate | |
| Exterminate, eradicate |