Our lives have no sense
We’re travelers without destiny
Where are we?
Where are we going to?
Be born to die?
Is this the only answer?

We were sent to live
We have no choice
We live we don’t know why
What’s the next stop?
Will we have a punishment for our “sins”?
Or will we all be pardoned?

Chorus:
Here, we all born
Here, we all suffer
Here, we all die…
Hell is here

Will death be our end?
Will we have another life?
Another new chance of living?
A punishment to suffer?
Can we choose?
Or won’t we have this pleasure?