Great dilemma
Detestable thoughts
Non-existing facts
And it's the grief that [bad word] you
Life and death are [bad word] The [bad word] is wavering
The decision is ours
But the [bad word] escapes me
The sadness of bereavement
The loss of innocence
Hate made an untrodden path
Of my soul
I walk lightly
Trying not to wake

My sleeping consciousness
Trying to resist myself
The fate has schemed
Against us
The weak are condemned
Fear now
I want to be alive
But my soul is asleep
You can say whatever
I go on all alone