He’s spitting on lives and deaths
He’s living for thousands years

Hope is fool, hate the war, life for death
Prison for soul, faith no more, God is dead
Medical excuse of our death is not true
Spiritual rotting of a grand, is cause

Victim of the human absence
Immortally dead
Finding simple way to access
Find it good or bad
Fight for freedom not representing
What this is
Maybe life or maybe death
Apocalyptic crisis

There is a beast instinct moving round and round
There is a human nature for the unfound

Life, death, life, death, slaughtered laughed from unholy grave
Things that you may think about you forgot to save
Using only material made of perfect lives
You forgot a simple thing called suicide

Machine of a man expression can’t wait for your truth
They want only possession, possession by you

You have a right to choose
To live or to die
You will win or you will lose
What answer will you find?

I was many times in past
But now it’s the last

Crowd is going down to the zero
And mould is preparing to crown new time hero

Fragile existence is what we can’t break
Internal resistance is what we can’t fake