Atrocity. A Prison Called Earth. Zeneszám

I look in the mirror and what I can see
Is one face with abandonment
I can't hide myself and I'm not free
Living in mental abasement

Imprison

The rising sun awakes gleams of hope
But who does trust them anymore?
A life in disillusion shows the truth
Of this gloomy glamor

Imprison

Wherever I walk on earth, a never ending search
My present is my past, my future hopeless
Live the dying world, injustice
The vicious circle turns impetuous

From child, adolescent, adult, age of death
Systematic clearance, disheartening experience
No time, no place for a righteous change

No god, no preach could save my will to live
Death was and will be
All my dreams, all my wishes like a small heap of ashes
Emotions, feelings they are gone
Being formed and educated by

A prison called earth
Your end is your birth, a prison called earth
Your end is your birth, a prison called earth
Self-realization's death, a prison called earth