The distorted vision of man
The total waste of life
Trying as hard as
you can
In desperation you strife
The total waste of life
Trying as hard as
you can
In desperation you strife
You struggle for the upper hand
You stick
your head in the sand
You ignore the questions that arise
You face your own
pitiful demise
You fight to keep your path clean
You hide behind the faith
that remains
You decline the rules to disappear
You resist to face your own
fears (2x)
Dark clouds fade up above
The stench now becomes
thick
Constantly denied by love
The soul grows wary and sick
You stop
becoming something else
You no longer have these desires you felt
Your
movement decreases to a minimum
You become stuck and have no
momentum
Encourage the mind to create
A non-existent kind of fate
Sickness
is an exhausting illness
That cannot be healed by nothingness
The distorted
vision of man
The total waste of life
Trying as hard as you can
In
desperation you strife
The weakened vision of man
The total waste of
life
Searching as long as you can
Knowing you'll never arrive
Knowing
you'll never arrive
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