By world of emptiness we all are enshrouded Living without a shade of dignity. Being born and dying far from a purpose, Seemingly happy yet missing our aim.
Each and everyone here is a loser, Still hoping to win this race of life. The sense has been lost, turned into nonsense, Encircling within our sick minds. The wrath has been summoned To put an end to it once and for all, But it is helpless in face of millions, Alone it's not able to turn into cure.
By world of emptiness we're still enshrouded, It's dwelling within us like a disease. The urge for murder resounds inside me, Perhaps this is the cure for us all..?
Gods of extinction – where are you hiding? I summon you to finish this nonsense! Turn everything into dust…
Closed in impertinence, awaiting nothing, Without perception of world beyond it, Draped by the sickness of cold disdain, Everyone whispers about the greatness. There's one solution and there's one cure – Mankind's existence must come to an end!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
