[Verse 1]

Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas

In this world of bright lights and flashes

I am the smallest grain of sand, a fragment of passions

I am driven by a surplus of desires and tensions

[Bridge]

The postmortem Library of Alexandria

Reveals its secret treasures, we drown in them

It is a digital stack of desires

A culture of known but unreachable pleasures

Run to the end

In this realm

You will never find yourself, nor believe in self

If you are enslaved

[Verse 2]

A culture in a form of bacterial reproduction

Forces me to leave my comfort zone

Everything around is a mess and destruction

No longer I feel lucky, only alone

[Verse 3]

Wisdom turns to water, draining through my hands

Slowly vaporizing, it returns to me again

Gentle drops of rain fall over my skin

A fear to lose is the most destructive sin

Suspended in time

Lost treasures return

Blind daredevils and rapists

Reap the fruits of short-term victories

Fatly erring and fatally erroring

They desperately sway history

Sharp knives don't know the truth

Their desire is power

Bullets never see the innocent

Their destiny is fire

[Interlude]

The gates of hell are open

The nether world is empty

We are the demons who pretend to be

Vestal and righteous

Vestal and righteous

[Verse 1]

Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas is all that I have

In this world of bright lights and flashes

I am the smallest grain of sand, a fragment of passions

I am driven by a surplus of desires and tensions

[Outro]

Denounce the false light

Trace the advent of the night

Denounce the false light

Trace the advent of the night