Born by those who's incapable of compassion World's bringing only suffering to you. Surrounded by the impenetrable darkness You're wandering and trying to cut through
The mind creates his own reality, New place where he'll live in happiness Suffering is a fact of life But You can stay in little dreamworld... Confluence of subtlety and thought The more you feel, The more you see is mind that plays with you
More of you are suffering You'll disappear in your dreams. The minds of those who suffer Influenced upon the subconscious worlds. People with afflicted minds Are easily drawn to the otherworld. Hear the words of man that died along ago He's calling you to follow him
Driven by the unknown fever You'll see the abandoned place Strange kind of creatures, strange kind of men Roaming, trying recollect the pieces of space
More you'll live - you'd know The victims are dying by your hands And the mind is playing with you Drawing the alternative moments
There's no ink on the paper They are only in your head
All of them who's suffered Were killed by you A little girl, crazy tramp, man, who died along ago Find the incarnation of your nightmares Your fate is to die within their hands