Imprisoned in imaginative walls
stoical glances reach no destination
fallacy, looking for salvation
points of contact are missing for an etemaly
bearing the everlasting pain
hatred and anger, self-respect is frozen
Fearing what's to come
agonized by mental disillusion
dilapidated and declined
is this life or life's destiny
waiting for that particular salvation
which can make everything forget
Emperors of salvation
Death is to one's hand
just a simplistic solution
Surviving is the driving force
but surviving is a hopeless cause
narrow-minded thoughts far from clean
completely turned inside oneself, nothing surmised
mankind's necessity to live is only a side-issue
Waiting for that partcular salvation
freed from this life of misery
taken by the emperors of salvation
to commit the body to the ground
disposed by the ghost of death
the soul will roam eternally