Clucthed at the catastrophe
I choose to not resist
In a familiar sense of condemnation
They're all yearning for the light above
I choose to not believe
Retracing the path I walked
I choose to not proceed
Procession for the shapeless will
Myriads forms creeping in orderly columns
Towards their tearing bliss
Tattered, their flag stands still
Resounds the echo of infinite autumns
I choose to not accept this
One soul trapped in the spiral
Drags the others to the chasm
History repeats
In looking for another heaven
In looking for another peace
In a familiar sense of condemnation
They're all yearning for the light above
I choose to not believe
One soul stuck in denial
Saves the others from the spasm
History repeats
In looking for another heaven
In looking for another peace
Awake all you dreamers
Led the hypnosis to its end
Arise from the swarms of the unsaved
Unsaved!
No sounds over the screams
I choose to not exist