Everything is tentatively, everything's venally
 How disgusting & lifeless, how morbid & tasteless
 Dying is carried out in thrusts and parts
 Automatic redemption, seasons of killing art
 Searching the answer somewhere in nowhere

 Glamour is the land, where you'll never live
 Out of your mind, out of endless sight
 15 minutes of fame is what you'd like to receive
 Within your sense, within unreachable delight

 I use the terror of the new to buy - emptiness in you
 The quantity of nothing's what you will have to go through

 Strangulation of the individual's mask
 The natural person being torn to the minimum
 Control of thoughts, control of every task

 You're bound to empty promises and false hope so curled
 Man is a ware like anything else in this world

 Is it water, where we will drown?
 Emptiness is our burden crown
 Unwilling to lose it all
 We'll slide down the surface of things

 Zero existence

 Shattered glass & venomous dreams
 We are starting the overture to screams