One Of Infinity کے بول

Destruction of inferior via dreams betrayal of the close ones, the ones of your kind background crumbling down before your own eyes perfect anger against the decaying surrounding world why to think of others? why to think of myself? Needs are becoming just useless lusts crushed by the awareness of other worlds and points of view why did they give you life? why do they let you die? why to think of others? why to think of myself? Worthless and rejected by own faith hatred stemming from the existence drawing near an effort to change something about the impending end, so why not to give up and just be one of infinity why not to give up? and just be one of infinity?