Here i stand once again in front of a hypnotic subconscious mirrors. scattered in life, alive in my dreams, Mirrors of fate; a portal into oblivion. Mirrors of consciousness; Forever drowning in isolation!
No future to behold! from womb to tomb, i was rejected. A life led to rest, What an insignificant purpose! A defective incarnation of life itself!
Cloaked by a cyclone aeon, Buried among the ruins by life, The cold winds blow, The signs of the end.
A chain of oppression, never end Never to stop before it reaches it's purpose!
Drowning in despair, Sucked into earth; A defective incarnation of life itself