Phase Next Illusion To Fade
Run but from fate you can't hide
Done long before you decide
Feel, everything must be real
Kill, to defend one's idea(l)s
And I feel so alone
In this desert I roam
Empty words carved in stone
For no sin I atone
Dying everyday to believe
Burned in pursuing sweet relief
Chance, just for the sake of change
Own, not a thing worth exchange
And I am so alone
In this wasteland I roam
Empty words carved in stone
For no sin I atone
