Beyound the Chaos

Death became a past way
A dead world has gone away
My eyes can bring the real pain
This fever blocks my way to say 
In memory of creation
for all a survival subject
My soul as condemnation
Internal conflict as a crime 
I decided to resist
Please man don´t spit on me
I can suffer living here
In this fucking misery  
Beyond the chaos
The peace for chaos
Fear, pain, scream
Fire, terror, chaos, destruction