| Song | With Time... |
| Artist | Lifetime Disgust |
| Album | Voices, Whispers, Echoes of Absolute Emptiness |
| The real tragedy of this life is the impossibility of knowing oneself, of knowing the causes of our existence. We think we live, but we are lived, relentlessly and inexorably consumed by the matter we arise from. My torment has by now lasted for too long, once attained the consciousness of my uselessness and most of all of my impotence compared with destiny (included mine) why keeping on with this absurd life? | |
| The echo of remembrances,profound wish of defeat...boredom pervades me soothing my spirit... |