• Our souls are dying;
    As they claim to heal.
    We are lost in the shadows,
    No light shines in our world.
    We hunger for the human touch,
    We look for the human soul.
    But our core had killed us.
    There seems to be no angels in this desolate world.
    It is a prison, a cell for the dead;
    A bottomless hole.
    No principles stand.
    How long can we hold on?
    How long can we survive?
    We reach out for warmth,
    To be burned by ashes.