Every move that we make are for our own sake

You see yourself in the eye of others,

why the hell do you bother?



You are the civil man dying for a Promised Land

I live in the wilderness to avoid human emptiness



Firstborn in the hall of the mountain

Wandering through the endless woods

Surviving on weaker creatures

This solitary ambience feels so good



With love for myself I have no need for pride

i avoid human contact I live my own life

Your aggressive and selfish fright,

keep you awake every night



You hide in the shadows from the past

But the past resurrects and makes the pain last

Wounds from times best forgotton

Are reopening with a smell so rotten



In the hours of despair

When wounds open and grief overwhelms

You close your eyes and cherish moments

From a simple yet so perfect time

When anxiety didn't haunt your mind



A variety og choices

Multiplicity of stupidity

Either path chosen

Lead in the same direction

The abyss seem unavoidable

For the man without affections