Empty corpse fall down and disappear
Empty soul hateful and disparate
Empty heart to rise and peacefull spite
A bleeding hand useless and drying down
Your sickness make them grow
Your distress slow
Hate so hard I can’t keep my mind
A white sensation helps to destroy
Your sickness
Bigger the stress stronger the progress
The progress toward illness your life becomes a mess
Ambition is the pride and the pride is your wickness
Slow the fall from far heaven
Your sickness makes them grow
Your distress slowwww
Your sickness
Deep in brain there is no sound
Crushing the face straight to the ground
A new order for a real power
A new judgement to crush me down and out
Your distress