Through the ages the human population was a prisoner of its own body, tightened with chains of limits Closed in a piece of meat ego programmed under a close eye of programmer God
Through many years people were fighting to destruct the theme of own disgust (they couldn't look at each other) Corpses, blood... pukes of creator Is that what we are? What we are?
Bemused ideal taken to the level of carcass retarded being on a lower part of evolution? Should we believe being in this state What is the belief? Our earths life? Fools!
It's only a dream, thorn's garden, psychosis, stupid ideals... Is it that someone has closed our way to another dimension?
Put in bloody armors we have become prisoners of ourselves I'm watching the reaction... I saw chaos... in humans consciousness
Burn my body! Burn my body!
I'll destroy every membership, breaking code to get to a new dimension of humans existence I'll open god's book, reading the first verses my eyes going to see thorn's garden
Sexless beings, soiled with own excrements, human freaks And I'm going to the gates of new dimension, now I see who is who Is that I was imagining?
The code I've got will be given to everyone Let the new order begin, let everyone get our of its prison... and we'll become gods of ourselves I can see the border of life and death... and I'll go back and announce everything walking on the road of absolute
Fighting for survival not to rot like a dirty pig in this damned prison Dreams of masses of unawareness... and let our ashes be the symbols of the beginning and the end...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
