Drown the self in dark seeking
For a truth as cold as deep
Searching for facts of reality
But all cognitions - pure illusions
The concept of self - just a disease of mind

The soul is construction
There is no consciousness
If perception has no variations
Reality will ever be reflection
And life only constant delusion

Dissociation of soul, the split in mind
The will of life is torn inside
Oppressed energy and the death of reason
The way of perceptive self- destruction

Pain is my last remedy for apathy
Cause my spirit got no direction
In this meaningless life
Just circling tragedy

Will of life - a slaughtered illusion
Sense of self - an impression of existence

To injure the physical shape
Is like an own reality to feel
So close the eyes and ruin the self inside