Bloody fists, glowing eyes: you are a freedom fighter.
Unlimited violence would be the only way to achieve your liberation desire.
But why are you on the side of the struggle? What are you fighting for?
What do you expect behind the walls when you bang on freedom's door?

With unanimous uncertainty, you feel liberation as a power of life-giving,
But what will you do with liberty if the only thing that keeps you going is fighting for it?

A slave to the desire for freedom, a prisoner of your presupposition.
But what's the force that has manipulated your field of vision?

And then it comes the realisation, the birth of collapse:
The desire for freedom is also an inverse projection of chaos in every sense.
You're standing at the gates of liberty, and you feel you've been here before,
The void is waiting you again instead of your expected liberation.

What can you feel?
An unfinished beginning!
A silence unbreakable!
An order unsalvageable!

Depreciation is the only attendant
of your freedom-fighting self.
The conquer of chaos was your target,
But chaos has conquered you at last.

And then it comes the realisation, the birth of collapse:
The desire for freedom is also an inverse projection of chaos in every sense.

And the gate seamlessly disappears,
along with the land of blood and promise.
Let's live through together,
When worlds fall into pieces.
When worlds fall into pieces.