Living in lie little by little you learn to pretend And this helps you to coexist with human nature The truth is that it’s far from the life you can dream about It’s a life in which you decide their worthless fates
Deliberate decay is the price of indifference Morbid mind is a retribution for life in lie And there’s no pity when you see them suffocating No fucking pity when you see them dying
Only spilling blood you feel alive Only execution of the ones of your own kind can justify you But the moment will come when you’ll have to look into yourself And the only thing you’ll find is the piercing void
Lacking for sense of compassion You administer your own justice Your personal code of an executioner helps you to structure the chaos inside
Day by day your hunger grows stronger and stronger And you’ve got no power to keep it in check No power to pretend A breathless body is getting colder But you feel no guilt Regretting nothing You’re waiting for exhalation