Do everything
Go to places that prevails the hate
By the hurt, by the sadness, the coldness remains
Testify the grace
The corruption is growing
Corrupt me with their insane devotion
My epitaph of lost dreams
Behold my heart, before pleasures
Burn all the rage and scream their agony
Being abhorrent, the hated one
Seal the pain, worthless persons
In the grave of all centuries
Our cold epilogue, the last walk
We are those who live for nothing
And neither of us can believe
In their fanciful confessions, filthy confessions
And neither of us can be deceived
With promises of fools, filthy conceptions
