Senile strained hand ascends over dawn

Trying to reach inanimate faces

And no one ever has felt misanthropy

Freezing ice like igniting pearl



Water flows a sorrow to emptiness

Deriding thoughts from a dead will to the distance

In the time from strenght to debility

Little child aligning dead hearts to appeasing air



Nothing's alive nothing stands anymore

There's left only silence and lowness

Everything that they could understand

They deny it over and over



In the state from weakness to perfection

It forces my shoulders harder and lower

If I could I would rise over anguished cries

Over my cry that no one has heard



For the first time the thoughts are escaping

Can you see I'm older and older

Want to leave this century's old day

If the world isn't the inner of myself



I'be been sold

Segregated holocaust

Unaffected

Holocaust of segregation

I'be been sold

Segregated holocaust

Unaffected

Holocaust of segregation

In my own peace



The blood of my heart is dry as a bleakness

Descending down to pieces and pieces

To the ground that encloses nothingness

A hand close to death won't feel the last strain



I'be been sold

Segregated holocaust

Unaffected

Holocaust of segregation

I'be been sold

Segregated holocaust

Unaffected

Holocaust of segregation

In my own peace



Nothing's alive nothing stands anymore

There's left only silence and lowness

Everything that they could understand

They deny it over and over



I'be been sold

Segregated holocaust

Unaffected

Holocaust of segregation

I'be been sold

Segregated holocaust

Unaffected-a