Cynicism before an absolute truth As a defense against the submission of time Recreating that circle that as rodents We run over the field of banality The more reason grows, the more pain grows The sunrise is not enough, In here it is always confusing and silent The custom to lose is inevitable The null optimism Failed ordeal Inevitable tribulation Slow expiration Tear of illusion Loss of hope that abounds in the long night Of corrosive bitterness (Corrosive bitterness) Perverted in the gloom of despair I hide before the submission of setback Losing the challenge to the irrefutable unfortunate tempo It is impossible to ignore the desperate call Well, the respite from the submission to the truth Of that acid rain in my head I am a void Actually devoured Resigned by nausea Blinded by light Sick of hypocrisy Chaos refugee I'll be the dream killer (Lies Eater) Anxiety of the existence The truth is decay And nothing (nothing) Nothing awaits us.