Taste of all the sufferings Which fills our commune mind Watching them feed on themselves I gave them dead anticipations Their remnants consist of sorrow And sorrow alone... They gaze at the sky With lust of a bad moon rise "Thus far a blindwalk had begun" Slowly they rot but in time Wormed and self-inflictions And I died for the ones who needed me For what I have known life has bounds Look down - together we can form A perfect non-equilibrium