Imprisoned in imaginative walls Stoical glances reach no destination Fallacy, looking for salvation Points of contact are missing for an etemaly Bearing the everlasting pain Hatred and anger, selfrespect is frozen Fearing whats to come Agonized by mental disillusion Dilapidated and declined Is this life or lifes destiny Waiting for that particular salvation Which can make everything forget Emperors of salvation Death is to ones hand Just a simplistic solution Surviving is the driving force But surviving is a hopeless cause Narrowminded thoughts far from clean Completely turned inside oneself, nothing surmised Mankinds necessity to live is only a sideissue Waiting for that partcular salvation Freed from this life of misery Taken by the emperors of salvation To commit the body to the ground Disposed by the ghost of death The soul will roam eternally
salvation, surviving, emperor, partcular, etemaly