Life slips through our fingers
Mankind is a stumbling-stone
Consciousness is a terrible curse
Stuck in the decay
Of our modern society
Pain
Ignorance, all hope lost, dismal
Scum, parasites, all hope lost, exhale
Cotidie morimur, cotidie conmutamur et tamen aeternos
esse nos credimus
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