The Forthcoming

You burned my bridges;
Enslaved my fears
To reach the depraved;
That kills itself

In chaos we trust; torn by our own hands

My own nightmare becomes flesh;
Own intellect feeds the anger;
No one was chosen
To be holy or different

To reach eternal freedom
My future decisions
Will make you cry eternally;
Protect your soul against the forthcoming

In chaos we trust; torn by our own hands

To reach eternal freedom
My future decisions
Will make you cry eternally;
Protect your soul against the forthcoming

(Displace the unity of false decisions!
Forbidden ones - can't you hear the
Silent cries?)