Depressed - Disease from Emptiness

I don’t want to believe
In something that doesn’t touch my soul
Nor ever proved me its existence
Just said to be beyond good and evil

In my real hard life,
If there's no fight, there's no victory
No miracle or any lovely soul
Provides me the keys to the success

Only uses crutch who is waiting for a miracle
When life makes no sense in the immense solitude
You pray in the intense search by nothingness
In a maze of dependence named disease from emptiness

Do you think my heart is hard as stone
And my truth remains as absolute as yours
Gods or Demons makes no sense for me
But you, you expect a grace to be answered...

Don’t ask me to believe
Cause I don’t want to know their truths
They are just yours and I don’t care
Just like I don’t care if you're a puppet

Make no vigils and don’t walk on your knees
Don’t waste blood, tears or your own life
'Cause I know the faith is blind, the knife is sharp
And there is nothing beyond the deep dark

Only uses crutch who is waiting for a miracle
When life makes no sense in the immense solitude
You pray in the intense search by nothingness
In a maze of dependence named disease from emptiness

Do you think my heart is hard as stone
And my truth remains as absolute as yours
Gods or Demons makes no sense for me
But you, you expect a grace to be answered...

A man with no faith is what I am!

I am a man with no faith
And nothing can change this
'Cause in this disease from emptiness,
The only thing you learned, was to pray.