By my will, I rise above!

I head the call of urges mine

I go beyond this veil of thought

And break the boundaries of divine!

Among people, less than nothing

We roam through emptiness

And are compelled to suffer fakeness!

Without grasping the futility of life

We suffer something more

In this diseased existence of loneliness

Blind believers

We continue and persist

Before giving up this struggle

This consciousness of the nothing

The nothing that surrounds us

And the nothing that awaits us!

Ruins of some lost attempt

Some lost desire for survival

Phantoms of lost times

Ruins of an existence

Feel you live among the dirt

Through memories of glories old

Forget not once was true

Seeds will bloom and become bold!