Fin De Un Mundo Enfermo

Nothing to gain, walking on the edge
where it's scary to believe
playing with mistakes, man's sorrow
will make him disappear
We compete with the fury of a volcano
seeing what doesn't exist but is always there
too blind to understand how many truths
no longer exist
I search in the depths of an empty body
only see darkness
matter is worth more than blood and everything starts to fall apart
our time reeks of attempted change
and only the shit is visible
End of a sick world, end of a sick world
scream with that intention
we compete with the fury of a volcano
seeing what doesn't exist but is always there
End of a sick world, end of a sick world
scream with that intention