There is nothing to worry about, for everything will turn out just find in the end.
And yet, I find myself surrounded by people that believe in illusion and that refuse to follow their inner voice.
Lost, stray in their path.
It's no surprise pain makes you wake up and realize.
Walking side by side, our eyes grow weary.
Maybe this spell is meant to make us all lose our way.
What kind of dark magic lies behind our fears?
That unique death that brings sorrow and pain to both body and soul...
There is no way to escape from it. The story remains the same.
And the hatred in my veins simply grows.
One word, people.
That is all.