All That We See Day After Day All That They Are Speaking Of Us Everywhere All That I See Day After Day All That We See Day After Day All That We Breathe Is Just A Pale Shade Of That Life We All Dream About Uncertainty-What Is It?
The Burden Of Daily Occurrence It Is... That's ‘cause We're Weak! We Are Hopelessly Sick!
To Return Just For Going Away Or To Leave Just For Coming Back Is It A Whim That Parts Our Ways?
And Whose Whim's Make Them Meet Again?
Who Are You And What Are You- The Pathologies Of Existence?
In Idleness And Pleasure You Waste Such Precious Time The Blind Will Not Recover Their Sight And The Oppressed Shall All Be Blessed In Heaven Beliefs Will Make The Skepticism Dumb And Weakness By The Strength Will Be Defeated