Existence — Mortal Love

It's over it's finished, I am dead inside I'm not gonna feel anymore I am dead, please bury me, I am dead

Our relation-creation of dark passions I am forever sbudued and tranquilized

Your desertion-converting from my eyes My feelings caught in your jar like fireflies

This sensation-frustrations of simplified minds My dreams they die as they lie on the naked floor

This dimension-ascension to sullen despair Your eyes they lie as we cry to the tired sky

It's over it's finished, I am dead inside I'm not gonna feel anymore

I am dead, please bury me, I am dead...