Towards the sea of cosmic emptiness,
A mass of life-rivers is flowing silently.
Towards the oblivion, beyond the horizon,
Rows of fates hanging by a wire are lined up constantly.

Smiling by drowning,
Suspended and dreaming.
My wing is broken by the gravitation,
By the blending, the dissolution.
Mediocrity's pledge,
The nature of descent.

The anxiety of the lucky ones settles over me,
But the fallens' euphoria is retracting me.
This vicious circle is closing onto me,
Which I never really felt at home in.
All the maybes turn into noes,
I'm becoming a weightless muddy spirit-drop.

Self-destructive stubbornness,
Overtaking backwardness.
Mediocrity's pledge,
The nature of descent.

Smiling by drowning,
Suspended and dreaming.
My wing is broken by the gravitation,
By the blending, the dissolution.
Mediocrity's pledge,
The nature of descent.

Self-destructive stubbornness,
Overtaking backwardness.
Mediocrity's pledge,
The nature of descent.

The anxiety of the lucky ones settles over me,
But the fallens' euphoria is retracting me.
This vicious circle is closing onto me,
Which I never really felt at home in.
All the maybes turn into noes,
I'm becoming a resigned wired ghost

Mediocrity's pledge,
The nature of descent.
Mediocrity's pledge,
The nature of descent.