Same as always, we stroke the nail too deepnIt's hard to see the coffin's closed againnNo connection, between the scattered partsnof life and death. Do not regret, you knewnnAnd so it goes, go round againnThe vision still remainsnIf the flesh is weak the mind is allnLet us not understandnnInto illusionnInto illusion, we gonInto illusionnInto illusion, we fallnnSo plain and simple, desatured thoughtnAs above, so below, i knownImmune to reason when consequense kills allnone thousand times the hand hits the wallnnAnd so it goes, go round againnThe vision still remainsnIf the flesh is weak the mind is allnLet us not understandnnInto illusionnInto illusion, we gonInto illusionnInto illusion, we fall