our aim is rotting in hell
without dying
life makes no sense
only the greed
advances ourselves
the quest for money,
power and sex
because of death
we'll use our tide
we're only bridging
a fucking time gap
we're detracting
from the unavoidance
don't wanna see
the absolute truth
the hate, the fate, the fear and the tear
the ruth, the pain are parts of the plan
carnal fragile
we're damned to disease
mental violative
ever close to suicide
the avarice let us walk uproad
we're killing lifes
from friends and foes
the plan of death
never forgets
the days of fate
are numbered by pain
the soul is tortured
by a vicious circle
the spirit is willing
but the flesh is weak
