| Unrelayed, bite right through | |
| Curse the weight that strains your mind | |
| Stationary, facing nothing | |
| It devours you from inside | |
| Short-lived passion, now inflamed | |
| Realize you've spilt the essence | |
| Boiling over, flesh melts fast | |
| Liberate the key to vengeance | |
| I'm not the one to steer this | |
| My duties are fulfilled | |
| Take the strain and struggle | |
| The endless downhill | |
| From a reasonable distance | |
| All seems strangely quiet | |
| Take just one step closer | |
| And be entangled in my spite | |
| Jackhammer comes crushing | |
| Pounds to pulp with no relief | |
| Bite the dust and chew it well | |
| Suffering's all I can give | |
| I'm not the one to steer this | |
| My duties are fulfilled | |
| Take the strain and struggle | |
| The endless downhill | |
| Wreack havoc on my path | |
| Strike back with blinding rage | |
| Nothing can hold me back | |
| None will be saved | |
| Each second the need is growing | |
| To fill this enveloping void | |
| Each instant without passion | |
| Leaves me emptier still |