I do not care for what is to be.
And neither should you care for what will be .
Living obliviously are we.
One thing is for sure for you and me.
Deaths common hands are for sure to be.

Light of dawn. You shouldn't expect to see.
For it is night. Friend of the enemy, that brings he.
Sleep we call it,He the enemy
Living obliviously are we, to the enemy within he.

Dark of night. You shouldn't expect to see.
For it is light that spawns the enemy.
People we call them, they, the enemy.
Living obliviously are we ,To the vileness within they.

All this, forgotten from within me.
Calming my self with the truth within me, within us.
That deaths common hands are for sure to be.