...to the Altar of Failure

Events always change - You are not able
Taken aback, you act accordingly, incapable of it
Enchanted in fantasy, rotting is a part of the process
It is a self-inflicted pathology, an attack without defense

A journey full of hopeful passion and lethal lacerations
It's like when you are surrounded by disturbing presence
The choices are not so many and they are not comforting
The degradation is her, impatiently ravenous

Your vocation is the altar of failure
Pours blood and pain in your sacrifice in vain

It becomes repetitivе, it sounds frustratin
There's no rhythm, it's out of time
Thе secret was totally ignored, The time itself is unstable
Look: you think deeper, drowning in total panic
Searching for a brilliant method in any way
Last minute illumination, the vision in despair

Screaming in a world too being deaf
You always want to reverse the reality, as in the old days
Show your anxieties and you're fucked
Feed the oppression and you will suffocate

Because faking is not your manual
That is one of those laws that you'd break
To prevent being chained again