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