Awakened in a world of triviality
Nothing's what it could never be
Our minds tend to wander and lose themselves in agony
Born in the last place were we'd ever hoped to be
Lost in hell we are dreaming of places out of reach; of worlds unharmed by humankind's reality
Is there no way for our souls to be free ?
Like a sign of pressing urgency, the ground below our feet surrenders
The air slowly suffocates our lungs
The sky is caving in
Fight, die for the chance to be free of the warden of the world's decree
Moderate godlessness ? Not likely
We will tear the fabric of space