Drown the self in dark seeking for a truth as cold as deep Searching for facts of reality but all cognitions - pure illusions The concept of self - just a disease of mind The soul is construction There is no consciousness if perception has no variations Reality will ever be reflection and life only constant delusion Dissociation of soul, the split in mind The will of life is torn inside Oppressed energy and the death of reason The way of perceptive self- destruction Pain is my last remedy for apathy cause my spirit got no direction in this meaningless life Just circling tragedy Will of life - a slaughtered illusion Sense of self - an impression of existence To injure the physical shape is like an own reality to feel so close the eyes and ruin the self inside