Have you ever thought
It's not about you?
Did you forget
The future has already come?
Sit back and take a look
At the larger picture
You will notice that
The world has started to get rot

But after all the end will come
We are born alone
And left to roam in this mad world
But after all the end will come
We are born alone
And left to roam in this mad world

Have you ever walked
Alone, to find you?
Did you notice that the time

Has started to get short?
I think I'll leave my place
In this grotesque fiction
I'm gonna take a break
From this unreal world.

Being blind will let you see more
And all the light will start to fade
I'll set my place so far away from here
I'll start to breathe and stop to hate
Because I know it's not too late.

But after all the end will come
We are born alone
And left to roam in this mad world
But after all the end will come
We are born alone
And left to roam in this mad world

Being blind will let you see more
And all the light will start to fade
I'll set my place so far away from here
I'll start to breathe and stop to hate
Because I know it's not too late.

But after all the end will come
We are born alone
And left to roam in this mad world
But after all the end will come
We are born alone
And left to roam in this mad world