our aim is rotting in hell without dying life makes no sense only the greed advances ourselves the quest for money, power and sex because of death we'll use our tide we're only bridging a fucking time gap we're detracting from the unavoidance don't wanna see the absolute truth
the hate, the fate, the fear and the tear the ruth, the pain are parts of the plan
carnal fragile we're damned to disease mental violative ever close to suicide the avarice let us walk uproad we're killing lifes from friends and foes the plan of death never forgets the days of fate are numbered by pain the soul is tortured by a vicious circle the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak