How is it possible not to misstep today
When the spirit is struck with doubts
How is it possible to get out of an abyss
While being paralyzed with anxiety
The whole life path lies in a fog
That's because my sight is covered by parasitic thoughts
So I carefully make a step
Trying to avoid my soul's defilement
To anxiously follow one's roots
Means to entirely ignore the celestial beauty
To admire only stars in the sky
Means to be lost on one's own territory
The one who feeds doubtful hopes
Will taste a fruit of disappointment
The one who has developed useless dreams
Will experience inner suffering
By wishing to possess everything, I lose myself
By believing in salvation, I murder myself
While listening to others, I don't hear myself
While creating an utopia, I destroy myself
The time of vanity is running out
Dispersing like fragments of a dream
By standing still I'll lose
And by going I won't reach the goal
Can't fly away from the antilife
In this antiworld among nothingness
When fire wouldn't burn flesh or spirit
When there is no more defilement in my soul
The cocoon of corrupted nature will be ripped apart
Freeing from a vicious label forever
And still I keep going
Through the thorns of chaos
