In the end, everything is said A state of mind one can only regret
Touch truth but only skim perfection Plunge beyond this painful deception
There is a way for it all to happen, a riverbed where everything can flow
Harsh memories scattered around, no promise on which to bestow
This world, a burden of pain
Asphyxiate this sickening state
Straight ahead to the place we belong Looking back, it all seems so wrong
There must be a way for us to see, and dive past each miscalculation
Fear is the stone cold murdurer, the rampant virus contaminating
This world, a burden of pain
Asphyxiate to recreate