Unbeing the owner of a passionate heart
Surrender to lust and dust
For all the forsaken reasons
Set the torah on quenchless fire on drifting clouds
Reduced life ceased to bear renounced dreams
Unbeing alive is the only way to live
So sing your song by the river of red sludge
Revisit the grotesque human traits left in us
Glad to see the truth reverses into false illusions
When God askes for a favor to become one of us
No is the apocalyptic answer to all his wrongs
