Lyric

An endless black sea

People push to rise

Fake smiles

Hide the blades

In this world of sharks

The mouths are hungry

They swim fast

And they are ready to strike

There is no breath

You can't sleep

The flesh is weak

The soul trembles

In this world

There is no more pattern

They look forward

Never back

They trample everything

A bleak game

There is no mercy

There is no moral

In their gaze

There is only a deadly

Cold

They swim fast

Ready to strike

There is no breath

You can't sleep

The flesh is weak

The soul trembles

In this world

There is no more pattern

And you remain there fighting

With the heart

That wants to escape

But if you stop

You are already finished

You must fight

Don't be Betrayed

They swim fast

Ready to strike

There's no breath

You can't sleep

The flesh is weak

The soul trembles

In this world

There's no longer a pattern