Why? Living is the real fault
My pockets have no aspiration
Your promise is in Pandora's Box
There is only despair before eyes after all
The miasma expands
Never count down
The detestation grows
Never count down
The fault
Why? Dying is the real truth
My body begins to rot
Your hearts is pretend to be a lie
There is only chaos before eyes after all
The miasma expands
Never count down
The detestasion grows
Never count down
It is evaluated only that I change from white to the black
Die and blind is real brightness
k** your lie
Destruction
Does my true voice arrive and hear?
Solitude clings anytime and does not leave it
I am about to lose sight of a meaning to live
Solitude clings anytime and does not leave it
Destruction
The miasma expands
Never count down
The detestasion grows
Never count down
It is evaluated only that I change from white to the black
Die and blind is real brightness
k** your lie