A ruined life is the price
For a few years full of futility
Endless pain
This will give you years of scars
That they still distract you from the dead?
Undefined symptoms shut your eyes
The disease burns slowly but surely a way in your brain
Designed for the end of one life
Nothing can cheer you up
So you can sleep in peace
A big planet built for your dead
Don't think about your restless life
A thousand tears accompany your way
No recovery for your disease
The feast of the virus is opened
Nobody can stop it now
Designed for death
You are gone
What is the fault?
No answer...