| Ascending through the tissues, fractures, raging cells |
| The inner force of life builds up the flesh and spreads |
| Pushing so hard, willing so strong |
| No matter what comes, regardless of all, what for… |
| Descending through the weakening force, the downward walk |
| Shrinking egos, shredded mind, awareness of the grave |
| The ending is always the same |
| As simple as it sounds, as obvious as ever, it all just ends |
| All these things you want to believe, just a need to prove you belong |
| All you think you want to achieve, just a mind’s trick to make you proceed |
| «I am not what happened to me, I am what I chose to become» |
| Oh you wish you could say that, oh you wish for so much |
| So concerned about things that come next |
| You forget this short moment you live in |
| You will never have anything else |
| Embrace the obvious before you’ve gone |
| «The reality is what it is, not what you want it to be» |
| Every life comes with a death sentence |
| Look around and lit things lie |
| Now you see what you’ve done to the world |
| And you see what the world has done to you |