Wandering in the Darkness
Traveling Through Empty Space
Notion Is as Abstract Visions in My Brain
Who Am I?
Why Am I Here?
The Pain, I Feel, This Can't Be Real
My Flesh, My Soul, Is Real After All
Why I Am Feeling Like This?
What Can I Do to Exist?
Trapped Here in This Moment
Memories, I Have None
Agonizing Here Alone
In My Own Torment
Boiling My Blood in Hate
For Reasons I Don't Know
I Can Feel This Evil
Growing in My Being
The Pain, I Feel, This Can't Be Real
My Flesh, My Soul, Is Real After All
A Flash of What I Can Become
What Have I Become?
