After all my efforts
to rid the demons away
Since learning by science
where to address God
By doing the good deed
and being the bitter spice
Knowing the meaning
of a heaven and a hell

We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers

The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery

No one thing matters
more than one another
Chaos ever on
for eternities to pass
Mankind is but a monstrous mischief
of the great show
Nothing greater, nothing smaller,
but all things wholer

We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers

The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery

The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery