Why does nobody care 'bout anything at all?
Why don't the people learn by own fatal faults?
We're not immortals.
We live on Earth.
So why the hell do you try to become forever cursed?

Why do you always fight against the ghosts of mind
When we all need to beat the beast from deep inside?
The world is ruined.
The wit is killed.
So why the hell do you destroy the things you didn't build?

You are a monkey on a leash
And you obey the master's wish.
You're far from heaven,
You're close to hell,
And you're the reaper for the ones who couldn't call for help.

And nothing will be changed until the end of time:
When empty heroes die, forsaken people cry.
Results are known.
Results are sad.
So why the hell we must pretend that nothing here goes bad?