LYRIC

Desolate, I just watch the trail in which I walked to get here…
… All in vain, no reward to make me lift up my head.

Bitter was my defeat, I see the sky covered with the grey smoke that my eyes were never able to stand.

… In the decaying reality… I am just a crawling worm in a world of lies.

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