Neurologic disconnection of silent masses
A loud monologue with a violent depression
Violent depression
Oppressed by public elites, hanged by our throats
Controlled by masters of their pleas
Under the electric pulsation of the rotten flesh
Knowledge is repressed for a sweet caress
Ignorance is bliss for those who have aimed and missed
Cryogenic rest for the people, all in a test
Genetic codes are changed, the pain stays the same
A world ideologic domination brought by social mutilation
The unknown will thrive when silence and pain will collide
Expression is mourned as they lead the wings of genocide
Time stands still as justice stays motionless
A loud monologue with the flesh
With the rotten flesh
Progress is written in the blood of lost civilizations
Implode when there's no more social institutions
Pressure for a change, slicing fingers when there is no one to blame
When tissues will fall off, hope won't be enough
When children will starve for identity, caught between their teeth will be misery
Lost in the infinite grey of dissatisfaction
Lost in the flame of progress, identity prevails where society has failed