Welcome everyone, this is my chance to cease existence

The state in which I live in on the path of least resistance

I've missed the gentle kiss of a moment devoid of sin

And I'm avoiding this regret to not affect my choice to live

Give me a face to place the blame on and the pain will fade away

And the statement of my hatred won't create a safe escape

Save the date, September 4th, 1985

A quarter century has passed and I'm back to hating life

Debating why I never tried to really care about the times that I was loved

I guess my mind would just deny where it was from

Wondering about something out of clouded memories

You know, I've seen the end of the tunnel and the light was just a dream

This choice to remain in an individual state

Or being one with every human is not so easy to make

Is the suffering enough to erase individuality

Or am I really saddened by what has been taken out of me?

The questions have no answers so I'm forced to make a choice

My conscience isn't silent and I can't ignore its voice

The hour is upon me, no more time for thinking softly

I can never wash the pain from my collapse of patience off me

Does it seem that everything we place our unremitting faith in

Loves to fail us when we need them more than anything to save us?

I've been saving up a fortune's worth of loathing for humanity

And I've been sent to end this sense of loneliness and vanity

When everyone you know and love is worth erasing (third impact)

When the path of every human is culminating (third impact)

Into a single existence that's in the making

There's no debating, it's third impact