(Death comes for every man...)
 
 Delusional ants on an overcrowded hill
 Struggling on, like the surronding mirroring ghosts
 Runing in circles
 Confined by the patterns 
 But who is to judge a change of direction?
 We're all actors... but no one is watching our 
 Performance...
 No salvation
 No notes to be compared ot the end of the road
 No damnation 
 No winner will be crowned,
 No champion selected 
 All honour soon forgotten in the everlasting show
 No judgements 
 All sings of existence... erased
 
 -Am I going to die?
 -Yes... How does thah make 
 you fell?
 (...)
 - I feel nothing....
 Dont wait up for salvation
 Cause there's no purpose in life
 No pearly gates on the other side
 There's no purpose in life
 No how - crowned majesty
 To bless you for your sins
 To die - to leave this place behind
 Means nothing in the end...