Forging Our Sorrows

The Universe’s miasma
Falls over us — Rusting our flesh
Because of backwards behevior
Is there anything planned?
Is there a supreme protection?
Or are there only fair consequences
For our senseless conviction?
Living in a loop — Moving in spirals
Tortured! Forging our sorrow for eternity
Under the Cosmos' pain — Trapped!
Living does not represent what I really am
Millions of years — In war
This way we die at birth
To then becom dust
Tortured! Forging our sorrow for eternity
Undr the Cosmos' pain — Trapped!
Living in some ego
That does not represent what I really am
Maniac, disturbed — Call me what you will
I will be reborn again to suffer
To consequences of my actions
Because this earth is hell
For those who do wrong
From the great beyond
Where we come from
Forging our sorrow