Every move that we make are for our own sake   You see yourself in the eye of others,   why the hell do you bother?      You are the civil man dying for a Promised Land   I live in the wilderness to avoid human emptiness      Firstborn in the hall of the mountain   Wandering through the endless woods   Surviving on weaker creatures   This solitary ambience feels so good      With love for myself I have no need for pride   i avoid human contact I live my own life   Your aggressive and selfish fright,   keep you awake every night      You hide in the shadows from the past   But the past resurrects and makes the pain last   Wounds from times best forgotton   Are reopening with a smell so rotten      In the hours of despair   When wounds open and grief overwhelms   You close your eyes and cherish moments   From a simple yet so perfect time   When anxiety didn't haunt your mind      A variety og choices   Multiplicity of stupidity   Either path chosen   Lead in the same direction   The abyss seem unavoidable   For the man without affections