Living in lie little by little you learn to pretend
And this helps you to coexist with human nature
The [bad word] is that it’s far from the life you can dream about
It’s a life in which you decide their worthless fates

Deliberate decay is the price of indifference
Morbid mind is a retribution for life in lie
And there’s no pity when you see them suffocating
No [bad word] pity when you see them dying

Only spilling blood you feel alive
Only execution of the ones of your own kind can justify you
But the moment [bad word] when you’ll have to look into yourself
And the only thing you’ll find is the piercing void

Lacking for sense [bad word] You administer your own justice
Your personal code of an executioner helps you to [bad word] the chaos inside

Day by day your hunger grows stronger and stronger
And you’ve got no power to keep it in check
No power to pretend
breathless body is getting colder
But you feel no guilt
Regretting nothing
You’re waiting for exhalation