The forthcoming

You burned my bridges
Enslaved my fears
To reach the depraved
That kills itself

In chaos we trust torn by our own hands

My own nightmare becomes flesh
Own intellect feeds the anger
No one was chosen
To be holy or different

To reach eternal freedom
My future decisions
Will make you cry eternally
Protect your soul against the forthcoming

In chaos we trust torn by our own hands

To reach eternal freedom
My future decisions
Will make you cry eternally
Protect your soul against the forthcoming

(Displace the unity of false decisions!
Forbidden ones - can't you hear the
Silent cries?)