Loveless
Vision of Disorder Lyrics

Looking in the mirror.
Gazing into one's own reflection.

It's always such a mess, don't cry to me about your problems.
The image portrayed in the mirror is typically disarrayed; hence, hearing complaints from someone is unfavourable.

Save it - I've got my own.
Please refrain from sharing your burdens; the individual already has their own stresses to manage.

Arms around you, this will be where you meet your end.
Embracing the individual, possibly indicating that they will 'go down' together.

Play the victim the last card in a losing hand.
Playing the part of the victim is essentially the final and weak attempt at gaining control.

And now you know. Never to doubt me, you owe me the respect.
Through various trials and tribulations, the individual has proven themselves and is deserving of respect.

Can't crush the kingdom and victory goes.
Despite attempts to bring one down, their strength and might prevails, earning them the victory.

In the throes of the misery. I would swear that I'd have my revenge.
Amidst the turmoil and agony, the notion of getting even proves tempting.

Struggle to make a living, it puts me to the test.
The challenge of maintaining a stable life is overwhelming and difficult.

The world around you crumbles, fuck your troubles.
Other's problems are not a concern as one tries to keep their own reality from falling apart.

Walls around you to crush with a busted hand.
Even with a disadvantage, there is the attitude that takes satisfaction in proving one's superiority.

Dedication, won't move from where I stand.
Committed and resolute, there is no swaying or backing down from a given position.

They'll undermine you, pushed down to the ground below.
Attempts to hinder one's success are futile; instead, it only builds strength and resilience.

And at the crossroads of insanity. We'll be loveless until the end.
In this state of unbalance and crazed existence, love, compassion, and normality will be forgotten until the end.

It's overrated. These empty lives we strive for, this endless grind.
The end goal or purpose which we fixate on is not worth the grind or all-consuming nature of the process.

This blood and sweat we die for - this sacrifice. Has left me loveless.
Even though there has been a sacrifice in hopes of achieving something, there is the realization that the result was not worth the loss.

No to the change, in the end we will break, these cycles of hate.
During attempts to better oneself or the situation, resistance is met; inevitably, the cycle of negative behaviour will resume.

And in the end they took it all away, the stolen lives and a shallow grave.
Despite a valiant effort to hold onto what was important, it was taken away resulting in a meaningless existence and death.

The promises they would never make, just lie after lie.
Broken promises and lies, one after the other.