Knowledge

The hopeless try to reassure
Our existance in this world
Will burn us like a phoenix flame
Collapsing ashes into sword

And those who follow will regain
Destructive weapon of reflect
No matter what the'll use it for
No sense in target they select

Whatever they intent to struggle
Whatever they intent to build
They put themeselves into a battle
They won't survive, it's their guilt...

This timeless power of destruction
Will not allow to stay alive
This "knowledge" of the selfconduction
Destroys the sense of any life

And those seeking the truth, so desperade
In their attempts to understand
They will be drained by life-depress-rate
Eventualy they'll turn to sand

Result of struggles, wars and searching
The same conclusion of this life
So those who act and those that watching
Unbinded with what they approaching
The ones that run and ones that croaching
Will find the peace on day they die...