Something is in the air, Darkness surrounded by high walls. And scream in the hope that you'll not touch, Your fears are parts of your roles. Your hand is cleanched your other arm. Who will save your souls?
Reconciliation... Will be never...
You are not yet sick of yourself? You look at all of the void in your eyes. And again playing a cruel game, Age after age you live in a lies...
Reconciliation... Will be never... Reconciliation... Will be never...