False heroism and modern mythology
Have constructed a malignant effigy
Of ourselves for our future
An unforeseen result, unforetold in scriptures

What is to come,
Will surely cause harm
All of our deeds
Will soon make this flesh bleed

Environmental neglect
Only does reflect
All these actions done by us to
Our own lives and future
What is said in all scriptures

But who's to care?

False patriotism and political plots
Dividing and devouring
All mankind and their morals
This is what man does in form of plural
Against nature they race with rifles

Sympathetic man is reduced
To extinction with his feelings induced
By hypocritical acts produced
In support of his wanton he's adduced
And his sorrows, overproduced.

Burning breath in me is burning me
Stunned and unnerved, I stared at this hell
I am stuck here between life and death
Sinking down in vortex of regret

Numb, cold
I can't feel the wounds
I'm falling, but there's no surface to hit

Can't know if dream this is or it's real
All that I know is that I was wrong
But it's late to return
No return!

I'm falling but there's no surface to hit
Sinking in the same vortex

My arrogance made this black demon in me
And smashed my rib to take my heart
But as soon as he saw what's inside
The demon howled and melted down

That was when I heard your voice
Coming out from my self
Calling me to rise up
And to ascend

Rays of pride are shining upon me!
Binding shackles of mine are unbound
My strong kingdom is now born again
And this is how I will fall again!


Numb, cold
I can't feel the wounds
I'm falling but there's no surface to hit