N2

Born to die, lapse of concentration

Dethroned by force. from your desire

Lost in transition can not arrive

Grief for separation unwilling to change

Anxiety creeps through your creation

Despite the dismissal of your faith

Broken chains drive through your veins

Cant breathe lack of air

Through submission

Changing desire from birth to death

Loss of sense

Sway your own perception

Lating chage dulls your view

Life will emerge through your own creation

Born life revolves around your own recreation