Broken is the mind
Of the one who falls
The complexity of the pattern
Overwhelmingly sedated
Helping the molecule
Reach the end of time
Massacred a particle
Feel the edge of the line
Born as consciousness
Dead as a rotting flesh
Lost are the times ago
Comes the perplex wanderer
Liberate the mind from its chains
Coagulate rivers with your pain
Lost are the times ago
Lost are the times ago