Our aim is rotting in hell

Without dying

Life makes no sense

Only the greed

Advances ourselves

The quest for money

Power and sex

Because of death

We'll use our tide

We're only bridging

A fuckin time gap

We're detracting

From the unavoidance

Don't wanna see

The absolute truth


The hate, the fate, the fear

And the tear

The ruth, the pain

Are parts of the plan


Carnal fragile

We're damned to disease

Mental violative

Ever close to suicide

The avarice let us walk uproad

We're killing lives

From friends and foes

The plan of death

Never forgets

The days of fate

Are numbered by pain

The soul is tortued

By a vicious circle

The spirit is willing

But the flesh is weak