Текст: Epica. Another Me "In Lack'Ech".

If you search for enrichment
And injure others
Earning more that you can spend
You'll pass the borders

When you think you've succeeded
But something's missing
Means you have been defeated
By greed, your weakness

This fantasy is not enough for me
I want it, I'll take it away from you
Your misery that softly incites me
All I do is using, abusing you

Life is often miserable
In the search for happiness
The power so desirable
They bring so much distress

Life is often pitiful
In the search for blessedness
If we weren't so insatiable
There would be much more than less

I cannot see why you'd be another me

I just take care of myself and no-one else

Life is often cynical
In the search for hopefulness
We're only wanting more and more,
So we got into this mess

All that you've taken from others
Will be taken from you
All that your dissonance smothers
Will then come back to you
Whatever happens tomorrow, and whatever you do
Just keep in mind, that se source and end is you

In Lack'ech

Never finding fulfilment, the source and end is you