Here we are finally hidden,
From the pastures of danger, all of a sudden
The question is the life with nature
Amidst the suppressed truth of future.

Clouds of agony hang over our vision
Blinding the intimate reality of the mission
The question of survival is an illusion
And the mind inhabited with a delusion.

Ultimate reality pleads with us for pardon
And sins spring up like weeds in a garden
In our efforts to gain freedom to all
Our pride has taken the final fall.

Our minds are occupied with conflicting thought
In the remembrance of the goal we sought
Is it a plot of immature treachery?
And all of us bound with mutual rivalry.

The feeling of travelling through space
As we ridicule the continuous pace
Pleasures of life will gradually disappear
As our hearts are withheld by chains of fear.

We are sinking like a proud old ship
And desires yielding to the bow of a whip
Are all our feelings under strenuous captivation
To flow and be free from this heinous habitation.

As we indulge the glory of the past,
The meticulous habits never seemed to last
All we had was one day to be lost
And profound depression is out there to cost.

Our souls are flooded with rains of sorrow,
And there is no meaning in tomorrow
Were our instincts knowingly late
In taking up this malicious bait.

The fury of nature smiles at our disaster
As we made the villainous creation our master
All our knowledge are prepared to absolve
From the suspicious incidents yet to solve.

The problematic reviews on life is are over, but
The possibility to inflict upon our self the cut
Of the reactionary philosophy, we are to bend
As we all wait for the probable end.