Meanningless life before death, with your sensuality everyday we sailedHave
you ever felt my end, can you stop for fight inside, are you living for
nothing, can you stop the lying man inside?Everyday is lost for anything to
get, everything is called for us in death, always something we tried to get
and always wanted to be something we are rotSomething we had has gone
Inside but something we have immortal behindRathless minds affected by
sadistic rules; safty is lost, falsety is lustInfurlated hybrophobics, know
your end, remember your inprisonation implicitlyYour claustrophobic
miserable souls fly illogically, imbectily, immortally in an immensive
vacansyEthically sad but drawned with a pad; blinded blotted by a bloody
qualmRadical tormentors are tremulous in life, treason to your country,
transfix your people You'll be vanquished at the endYour yearned end is
submission to us subconscously you are succumbedSuicide!