They say, 'what we live, is a life of lie'
Even every breath we take, with desires to die!
To death we reach, the utmost salvation
Hoping eventually to find an absolution.
My love! Don't you know?
Even in heavens there's no heave
There's only hellfire to burn you so
Even in despair the living moan,
'Heaven lies inside you, for hell to be gone!'
The quiet silhouette whispers again
'May your hope for lies, never go in vain'