Why does nobody care 'bout anything at all?
Why don't people learn from their own fatal faults?
We're not immortals.
We live on Earth.
So why the hell do you try to become forever cursed?

Why do you always fight against the laws of life,
When we all need to beat the beast from deep inside?
This world is ruined.
The mind is killed.
So why the hell do you destroy the things you didn't build?

You are a monkey on a leash
And you obey the master's wish.
You're far from heaven,
You're close to hell,
And you're the reaper for the ones who couldn't call for help.

Here nothing can be changed until the end of times;
When empty heroes die, the broken people cry.
The end is known.
The end is sad.
So why the hell must we pretend that nothing here goes bad?