Monuments of a dead past

Some say that`s life.
I call it - worst misery.
Some say that`s the truth.
I say a fuckin` lie.
Like ruins we stand
burnt to ashes
Desiring air
but breathing sulphur

Life - I spit on it.
Life - a fuckin' corruption.
Demented mentors showing us how to live
and we stand like monuments
learning ...what ?

Obeying the laws of a diseased logics
trusting the untrusted
still standing
and still martyrs
No exit from this existence.
We are stones both dead and alive
bricks from a wall ruined thousand years ago
monuments of a dead past

Martyrs in our own freedom
drowned in nothingness for so many years
extracting what`s left from our pale bodies
dwelling in unpersonal darkness