A vanity rises in the middle of our motion with ever-changing colours of illusive existential components Unfictitious presence, scars and withdrawal Leaving us to wonder I want to see, but my eyes are blind Should I seek for a guidance of my life?
Beyond a flock of confusion, I ask for a return to original form without any agreement or consensus Determination has already been chosen I want to see, but my eyes are blind Should I seek for a guidance of my life?
Free us from the process of decadence! Free us from a procession to our graves! (x2)
Back to the state where things started Back to the place where I belong I want to see, but my eyes are blind Should I seek for a guidance of my life?