The state we enforced is just about to fall
The worse the intense, the vast the cure
To sit here and wait
The more we have to, the less we can
The more we have to, the less we can

Scarred, unneccesary, incomfortable and void
Till the point to realize neccessity is fake
The inspirating chaos, hard to sort out
We are dependend, nothing else

We got stuck
Would you
If too many profit from your luck
Question this try
If there's nothing left to lose

We await composed the scourge to awake
Though we are scared as it's up on us

Bite teeth when you want to stand
To grin when you have to go

We await composed the scourge to awake
Though we are scared as it's up on us

No! Not again! Try to keep distance
Can't we impact it? Is death illusion?
Can't we impact it? This death-illusion

The state to survive is just a little step