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I wounder how does it feel
Feeling surroundings of fate
Fate which is not real.
Real which is dimmed.
Dimmed like my life.
Life which has no purpose.
Purpose which has faded
Faded like my heart
Heart made of metal
Metal of which has rusted
Rusted from the inside out.
Out of reality.
Reality into despair
Despair, which is Reality.

I won't give up my soul for another
while the other one is dying at my eyes
its all his fault.
life has deceased away
I won't give in to anything that makes no god-damn sense
I would rather die.
At the hands of an opium.

Fate has conspired against everyone
Everyone who is None
None like Hope
Hope which has failed
Failed like my dreams
Dreams are made of lies
Lies for the people.
People of Lies.

I won't suffer or be tortured by something i do not know.
Why bother its all gone, all pain.
Hate has no meaning anymore
Everyone hates anyone.
I won't dare to hate, dare to despise
someone i do not know
If i do i will die.
By the hands of an opium.

Lets pretend
Pretend its at the end
End which is now
Now which is the End

How? Do you Feel?
When your not yourself?
Pretend your someone else!

How? Would you feel?
If your not anyone?
Pretend your a waste of life.
Funny thing is we're all just a hopeless waste of that!!

I won't give up my right to live
under the hands of anyone.
Such a pointless effort
I want to be STRONG.
Don't Give in, Don't give up, we still have a chance to live.
Wait a minute its all gone, all lost

Fate has left us, worthless, left to die.
I will pull myself with POWER
If i don't succeed...
Kill me, OPIUM.