Scratch the worthless surface
What you find there is yours forever
By a perfect 'land-scrape'
You will arrive to the world of fever
False prophets, liar saints, greedy gods, vile forms
Judge against your tormented will
Within flotation you leave behind
The burden of your rotten side
You really hate the weights
Which are pressing you to the purest ground
Don't dare to resist those negative forms
That control your days
You must step over
The bounds of your physical being
And your essence glows
If you catch the perfect timing
We suffer...
We're afraid of the call of death
Of the unknown dark
Our behaviour is inhuman
We don't live a majestic life
It's hard to receive that we carry our deadly burdens
Through our lifetime and even if after we die
Your sins are mine too, all reasons are so empty
We get what we deserve, the end is near I believe!
Your body's a prison
That surrounds your spirit all around
Damnation awaits
It seems to me: there's no way out!
False prophets, liar saints, greedy gods, vile forms...
You must step over...
Glow!