Life is empty without sense,
Trapped in madness – a self-defense.
Always living in suspense,
Fill the soul and mind with raging malevolence.
Drowned in weakness and emptiness,
Turning into a state of regress.
All around is colourless,
Slowly fading away into nothingness.
Time to hear the screams
Of thousand scattered dreams.
To find out what it means,
A life of broken dreams.
And it's not what it seems,
No remission for the sins.
Slowly the body leans,
No life left for dreams.
Scattered dreams – pain is not what it seems.
Scattered dreams – nothing is what it seems.
All is over, hope is gone.
Just a ruin the life has become.
Tortured mind, left alone,
All that will remain is a tombstone.