Из альбома: In Pieces on the Lunar Soil
[Music: Santos/Dias Lyrics: Dias/Frade]
["People who are used to living their lives searching for a meaning in everything tend to suffer more. Some deeds we just have to do without asking, some fears are just overcame by lying, some promises just have no meaning. So, the way out that's left to us is defying mourning by pretending it's not there."]
Life's a deed I deny, a mission I regret
A mourning I defy...and there's no meaning.
Life's a promise I repent, I'm no deceiver
A letter never sent - now I'm searching for a meaning
I'm not the weaker, but just the leftouts of my rage
So flatly committed to life
Perseverance wants to fail me
An engine that slays my soul
For suffering is my creed
I call it a fear of failing
Nearly facing this task, what you call will
For all the lies we tell were never meant to be...
There's no meaning
When a word is worthless, it seems so wasted
And the hardship of living is a fine sweet funny play
We stood pretending nothing would be in our way
Answers we can't hear
Unreachable, emphasize this mystery
And the enemy that we don't fear
Endeavors my victory