Can you feel the anguish taking over?
Thrown into this world with no essence.
We are what we ask for;
Rapists and architects of decay and destruction.
We claim our innocence...

Can you feel the anguish?
Condemned to vile existence:
We have failed to make sense of all this.

Stuck down by the weight of the world.
We now turn to an empty sky.
Condemned to vile existence:
We have failed to make sense of all this.
The irrelevance of life: the anguish of our existence.

The anguish is taking over.
Thrown into this world with no essence just an orphan
creature in search of guidance and acquittal.
We claim our innocence...

We claim our innocence when we're the ones to blame.
Just look deep inside: there is no will to change.
We claim our innocence when we're the ones to blame.

Witness my empowerment.
Witness my rise and your fall.
I can now hope for a tomorrow.
A new horizon is opening before my eyes.
Personal emancipation.

Now free of past alienation.
Now free.
Ending my suffering.

These chains that held me back for years are now tight around your neck.
And I laugh at your pain.
As your face is turning blue.

All these years I've been waiting for this moment to arrive and it feels better than I expected.
I'm finally breaking free.

Your reign of terror ends as mine begins.

Perfection never seemed so reachable.
A thought pattern
used oh so many times in the past.
Passively waiting to fulfill our role.
Of flesh and steel,
we live in the perfect symbiosis.
Reduced to consuming machines,
we fulfilled the role we were
thought to.

One foot in the grave;
our common grave.
We create superfluous needs
only to sustain arrogance.
Coffin shaped incubators.
Take us one step closer to our doom.
Self inflicted destiny.
Take us one step closer to our doom.

And still, you venerate
what has brought you down;
kneeling for salvation.

Still waiting for someone
to save yourself from Hell.
Still waiting for holy answers
from a human mouth.

And only pain you harvest.
You harvest pain.
Don't turn the other cheek
to the man dressed in white
and covered
in the people's blood.

Still waiting for holy answers
from a human mouth.

And only pain you harvest.
You harvest fear and hate,
your daily prayer,
your daily sin,
a guilty conscience
for all you have sinned.

Now you can die free of guilt
free, free of guilt...
Still waiting for someone
to save yourself from Hell...

Knee deep in the blood of our peers, it's already too late, there is no turning back
Oblivious to our actions
Conditioned lifestyle leading to our extinction
Knee deep in the blood of our peers, it's already too late, there is no turning back
Oblivious to our actions
Conditioned lifestyle

Behold our kingdom, our failure, our wasteland
Breathing; we fake living this life every day
We are prisoners of our own laws, our own mind, forced-fed mind...

We live in intellectual starvation
We fear what we can't understand
Deny, what we cannot bare, comprehend and respect
We found comfort in denial
Comfort in denial

Behold our kingdom, our wasteland, our failure...
Fear is our common denominator
Breathing; we fake living this life every day
We are prisoners of our own laws, our own mind, forced-fed mind...

In Manicnaeism we found faith
In wars, we found security
In wars, we found complacency
In violence, we found peace
We found comfort in denial

Constant quest for a new enemy to prevent self destruction
Rude awakening from your sweetest dream - this is not over yet
Holding silence for so long and embrace the tragedy
Living in constant escapism: comforting isn't it?

Knee deep in the blood of our peers, it's already too late, there is no turning back
Oblivious of our actions
Conditioned lifestyle leading to our extinction
Knee deep in the blood of our peers, it's already too late, there is no turning back
Oblivious of our actions
Conditioned lifestyle

As failure becomes so imminent, broken, I walk away;
Was this all in vain?

We once had a dream... it's now dying
Helpless I assist, I assist to our utopia's end

All these years spent building this foundation...
Now trading hope for sorrow
What have we done?
All these years spend building...
Was this all in vain?

Never felt as lonely as in this crowd
All these empty eyes staring at me...
I won't make it through the night...
Won't make it without you...

Reach out for my hand and help me chase the taste of bitterness that fills my mouth
Let me hear your voice just like you used to...
I can take the pain when you're by my side
Don't let lust and greed have the best of you
Beaten, vanquished; is this how it ends? How it ends?

We once had a dream... it's now dying
Helpless I assist, I assist to our utopia's end
Helpless I assist, I assist to our utopia's end

As failure becomes so imminent, broken, I walk away;
Was this all in vain?

I walked the path you chose for me, enlightened by your wisdom
Let down; I now see clear
I see it as it is;
No
No future.
No
No future.

Wretched. Fatally wounded.
Save me from myself.

A tormented mind
that nothing can appease.
A stain on our conscience.
A tormented mind
now running on empty.

A stain on our conscience.
Help me find my way back
to healing. Take me to your
artificial paradise.

Feed me the lies I'm dying to hear.

I need this illusion
to make it through.
I need a shoulder
to rest my head on.

Bring me serenity
so I can close my eyes
on this world. Take me
to your artificial paradise.

I need an illusion
to hide my insanity.
Give me the strength I need
to carry on.
Save me...

I can stare at the enemy
in the mirror's reflection.

Face down. Obey to who is ordering : God and master. Each one of us has someone to please. Work more, faster, the show, it must go on. Work more, spend more. Happiness is one purchase away. We live our lives like if our condition would be just a phase. In wait of some kind of recognition that will surely not come. As for me, I had enough. From now on, never more. Work more, buy more, spend more, then rot in peace. Work more, buy more. Happiness is one purchase away. Vicious circle, I put a end to this vicious circle. Will this persecution end only once I'm dead? And so we'll live in blood sweat and tears: no love no hate. And so we'll die: bound to happen. I won't die the same. Conscious. Happiness can't be bought. No respect can be found in a system based on our craze for the superfluous. Happiness can't be bought. Dignity is coming back as I swear to myself now: From now on, never more.

When it's all been said and done.
Our actions will speak for themselves.
Industrial madness;
Apocalyptic vision created by men.

This is the end,
nothing is worthy to be saved
Mankind has finally reached the bottom.

This is the end.
Nothing is worth to be saved.
Mankind washed away from the face of the earth.

All these years ignoring the symptoms
of our imminent extinction.
We realized too late.

We've been told,
we've been warned yet we didn't listen.
Now we must face the terrible consequences.

Centuries of exploitation
will take their toll on the earth.
Centuries of exploitation
will make it uninhabitable.

Our actions will speak for themselves,
when it's all been said and done.
We created this living hell and now we must pay the price.

Light is now shutting for good.
We crossed the point of no return.
There's no more hope.