I live as a walking corpse, which traps my complicated feeling Suppressed feeling rooted deeply in the darkness Repetitive suffers ruin my life! Living slight in the world my life without hope
There's no way for me to expel my moodiness Darkness the only way out for me
Social unrest and ironic life are messing up my mind Disgusting air infect my breath My body and my soul are struggling in tug of world Tearing me apart!
Eventually I become Final - Division! There will be no more illusion, no more feeling! Eventually I become Final - Division! I lie down on my evil blood which is still warm!
Lying in the room, breathing dawn, my fear and darkness the whitely dressed Satan's neck! in my rotten body can't released The torture deeply rooted in my rotten body can't released No more time no more space And I rest silence and peace!
Eventually I become Final - Division! There will be no more illusion, no more feeling! Eventually I become Final - Division! I lie down on my evil blood which is still warm!