| My dogma | |
| A trait of this war | |
| Leads to an endless oblivion | |
| I can't see beyond this fixation | |
| As it gouged my eyes out | |
| I'll fall | |
| But never hit the ground | |
| Abolishing gazes surround me for I am not atoned | |
| Pranayma | |
| Now help me breathe | |
| Gasp the last bites of air from this cellar | |
| My lungs constricted by anticipation | |
| As I prepare to enter the other side | |
| I'll fall | |
| But never hit the ground | |
| I fall | |
| But never hit the ground | |
| Constellations disappeared through suffocation | |
| Air vanished through the hole | |
| Let to rot eternally in dimensions beyond unreal | |
| Hell is around the corner | |
| And already here | |
| This is the autobiography of a murderer |