Unreal is grip of this dream
Calling out for [bad word] Mirage that they call life
Hovering in you.

Engulfed in caress of night
And sigh of the dead
Cold rain covers the deeds
That once were done.

Virtues have withered now
Beside the sinful crown
No need to ask for more
After the Babylon.

The smile in angels face
Will turn to grimace
At sea of decay
Some have basked in haze.

You may question your life
And ask me reason why
But I can tell you
Nothing is [bad word] 

Let’s die together.