Faded Existence

We're working so blindly
Is this for ourselves?
My own existence made me think
(That) I was already dead.. But

Frozen Truths are now
Broken inside my mind
Warming and setting free
What was before confined!

Why Do I have
To show what Am I doing?
Why Am I forced
To identify myself?

Born to be a king
Living as a fool
The Truth: A stupid thing
In this empty world we're just a tool

I try to survive
I wish to be a resistance
Sometimes I feel not alive
I feel I'm just a Faded Existence!