Remembrance of that which has shaped me,
Remembrance of that which has shaped us,
Forsaken innocence is seething, empty hearts of
ours are freezing.

Remembrance of that which destroyed me,
Remembrance of that which destroyed us,
Preoccupation with the negative,
The only way that we can live.

This is the Cult of hate and pain,
To break free, to see light, will be done in vain,
Burnt on, scarred, mental bars, no fucking
Escape, our life path - Myetsa path,
Psychological rape.

(If it is good at all we will reduce it, down to the black essence - pessimistic hate, so enjoy It while it lasts because those good memories will soon be forgotten)

There is no way to leave.

(The ultimate downer, to which you awake every day, to know you are fucked, spend days Mindless, drifting down in black torrents, never up towards any standard of life, fuck all you Can do, already imprisoned in paranoia, leading to regret and more paranoia taking hold, Know that those who care about you will in the end just shit on you)

There is no way to leave, within the Wake of Myetsa.