Dysthymia - The Realm of Puppet-Souls

I Feel Alone
In This Restless Life
Feeding My Body
With Filthy Blasphemy
Blameworthy Structure
Of Human Being
Blood-stained Images
Of Our Own Destiny.
In The Darkest Ignorance
Walking The Path
That Should Never Be
Trampled On ...
... The Way Of The Left Hand.
Someone Cries
The Blessed Lord Of Heavens
Other Calls
The Empty One Of Hell
No Hopes For The Future
War Is Inside The Soul.
In The Darkest Ignorance
Walking The Path
That Should Never Be
Trampled On ...
... The Society Of Illusion.

In My Dreams
Visions Of Good And Bad
I Can Run Counter-current
The Edge Of My Spirit
Will Cut The Lie's Throat
But This Is The Realm
The Realm Of Puppet-souls,
The Wise Seems Fool,
Madness Is Reality.

Maybe I Am More Alive
Than The Others
But I'm Feeling Ill
For This Reason
No Hopes For The Future
Creativity Was Buried Alive.