Thorns in damage cried through the eternity.
It finished before your life, stealing the light and 
rays of sun.
Deadly tears of life. Ending everyday.
Deadly night embracing my existence.
Death appearing as a metaphor.
The whole world confining equality,
but for the eyes of our human kind it's only a dream 
source.
Sources breaking my dreams, maybe this time I'll fall 
away.
...I'll fall away...
Staring at routine's sculpture, made by the cold hand 
of the creator.
I promised this is the end.
And I swear by science you won't exist anymore.
Intuition... is confusion.
Turn off this... Turn off this daylight
My dreams come true, the opposite of all realities.
Realities of death, realities of suffering.
Realities of dawn.
Metaphors close to me. And I'm facing death.
Close to me, and I'm facing death.
Turn off this daylight (lies enlighting my hate).