The distorted vision of man The total waste of life Trying as hard as you can In desperation you strife You struggle for the upper hand You stick your head in the sand You ignore the questions that arise You face your own pitiful demise You fight to keep your path clean You hide behind the faith that remains You decline the rules to disappear You resist to face your own fears (2x) Dark clouds fade up above The stench now becomes thick Constantly denied by love The soul grows wary and sick You stop becoming something else You no longer have these desires you felt Your movement decreases to a minimum You become stuck and have no momentum Encourage the mind to create A non-existent kind of fate Sickness is an exhausting illness That cannot be healed by nothingness The distorted vision of man The total waste of life Trying as hard as you can In desperation you strife The weakened vision of man The total waste of life Searching as long as you can Knowing you'll never arrive Knowing you'll never arrive