I am a ghost. Swallowing the plague, the dust of human wisdom

A severing mass ruined by themselves

Everyday we dwell in our self created hell

I am the void, the fear and the hate that you create. The ultimate solitude

You're lost in endless pain and the biting cold in your vein

We are chasing a ghost that doesn't really exist. We are the plague

That makes us sick and afflict our nature

Landscapes erased, for materialism they would chase

Lost in a dark forlorn world. The rain peels my eyes

Trapped in a cold trenched grave. Too late to change your opinions

Floating down the rivers of time. We were a test of the ancient gods

What we have built, we have to destroy and now they see what we have become

I am a ghost. Swallowing the plague, the dust of human wisdom

A severing mass ruined by themselves

Everyday we dwell in our self created hell

I am the void, the fear and the hate that you create. The ultimate solitude

You're lost in endless pain and the biting cold in your vein

Born again. Transcending the dimension to an indestructible world

Born again. Transcending the dimension. Promises made and hopefully disabused