By my will, I rise above!
I head the call of urges mine.
I go beyong this veil of thought,
And break the boundaries of divine!

Among people, less than nothing,
we roam throught emptyness...
And [bad word] to suffer fakeness!

Without grasping the futiliy of life,
we suffer something more.
In this diseased existence of lonelyness.

Blind believers,
we continue and persist,
before giving up this [bad word] ..
This consciousness of the nothing...
The nothing that surrounds us,
and the nothing that awaits us! [bad word] of some lost attempt,
some lost desire for survival.
Phantoms of lost times, [bad word] of an existance...

Feel you live among the dirt,
through memories of glories old.
Forget not once was [bad word] 
seeds will bloom and [bad word] bold!