Alive But I wretched myself and undone Why do you lie to me? Why are you proud of the critical mess While the serpent is lost? Nameless family is Staring at the final sacrifice, the sign I accuse you of the telling lies Upon these skies Don’t fail the masterpiece of mine Carved epitaph As I’m preaching to your herd Turn on your helpless godmachine Hands in blood, fallen at its knees Guided by no one, left for dead in eternity Fatalist’s position We're doomed under these conditions Why do we all serve till we die? Why do we still assassinate/renounce our lives? An abdicated throne of desolation I pretend at the place of your god We proclaim the end of all Powers to conquer and devour Be inferior form Consciousness shall never come to us Find the sanity I’ve always struggled to achieve I adore the demon that you have become Statical To describe the ages of insanity Headless statues resonating with hope to find their perfect form This ceremony of cement resembles that we have long fallen To our knees and pray to the monuments erected by thieves Hopeless, left once Begotten to be hell forever This way Modern theory of an apathy outgoing from the social pyramid Hopess theory What have I done? What do stellars got to look at? Whether it is all a shadow of lie Wreck it! Or whether you stare at world Devour and see what You’ll do to yourself as a feature Fill it and assassinate It is counted for any seizure and way That’s all you say to us? Why have you got your eyes dry? Why have you done it? Shrike and lay Statical dismay