Sacrifice is seeking for salvation.
Anarchy is lying in our hearts.
Temporarily inevitable damnation,
calling for tragedy in our arts...
Celebrate your will to live,
blindly asking for what you can't retrieve.
Noone stops what you say,
only when you fade away.
Everyone's dead when you cry,
but do they cry when you die?
Could you fly before you tried to fly?
Your love is ashamed of your life.
There's enough time for you to choose.
End this endless strife.
Everything you gain is built to make you loose.
