Across the path of thinking
I observe the nightmares coming from the floor
There's no exit, the hope is lost
The sky is made by pieces, ready to burn
Destructive lifestyle, falling to the hole
Sharps tear my skin apart, coldness breaks my chest
There's no exit, the beings are ready
Chaos, I can't control it, I just need to destruy every essence
The misery that cames from the imbalance's destiny
The resentment and desperation forms a constant war
Nobody ever will be free from the calvary's black mark.
Because nobody deserves to be worthy for that moment.