Curing wounds of decadance
Your rising suffer
Inevitability, unexodus
No one understand your torments
But all will blame your death
Find your empty balance
Drowning in fade of nothing
Prays just make death closer
Deprive my only way of
My way to harmony of psycosys
Excessive inclination to sweet death side
Reality is just a shadow of world of nothing
Again in exile
Putrid smell of consciousness treatury
Again in exile
Putrid smell of consciousness treatury
Without a chance of choice
And with the feel of no hope
Eternity of drug delirium
Engravely illnes heart
Concicuoesness
Cancer of the soul...