Entangled in the world of illusions we create Like a parasite, like a poison hidden deep inside Possession as an essence (Absorb! Devour! It's a drug! It's death in a mindless delight)
Bored, lonely and greedy We wouldn't make it without desires But when everything is gone (Emptiness will wail for drops Madness that will come out of oceans)
On scorched ground spilled with salt and grief New beginning will come just for a while So that makes the circle complete, and alongside I leave, filled with hope for a new time