Trapped within a world, a world apart.
Desolate, am I, a tempest raging silently.
Lost a barren soul adrift at sea.

Catatonic state, it sharpens lifes depressing edge
The clamour draws me closer to the ledge.
As I gaze upon this burning world I curse this life.
A life through which I'm hurled.

Lies, lies upon this side and that
Truthless violence deception mourned by the wise.
Thousands of voices drowning out his own.
In a population torrant of lies upon lies.
Turn to stone

So intense the pain that has crawled
From the bleeding corpse of pleasure,
That feeds the worm that writhes
Inside my brain.
In the deep of night it stirs again
In the heart of the sleeper,
From the crack of dawn I wake to curse
The rising of the sun.
Every life is built on hope
Now my dreams have surely passed.
Inner voices haunt my numbered days
Darkness calls me whit her laughs.

Torn between life and death inertia
Fills my soul
No will to be nor pride to care
Reaper take your toll.

Strangers cast a menacing glance as
Existence I defy.
Shatter their dream like world I'm not
Afraid to die

Omen bird soars the desert land to the castle
Of idolence, there lies the shadow of a man.
See the colored flowers and marble towers
They fade to brown
Like the unknown inscribed in stone
He's abandoned, abandoned flesh and bones
He's lost in silence swallowed in vastness
Drowned in the depths of a meaningless
Past