Another life spent in human gowns, Seventy years of disorder
Fucked up years in fucked up times
I ended myself this time, ending the urge of indulgence
Medals don't crown a life well spent
To what use? Spending another lifetime falling asleep
When our deeds don't cover the cost of time
Dreamworld, suffer in the streams of the chaos swirl
Dreams coming through, utopia
This endless pain, come to an end
Don't wake me up, being born again
From countenance of fate to disintegrating mourns
the falling leave us stained, to wake up forever more
When the darkness surrounds you and the black sun rise, holding your scythe
You find yourself waking up, to find a part of you've solely died