M / Manoluc / The Triumphal March of Nothingness
Limping like the walking dead. Connected to fake knowledge We invade the etheric plan. Vomiting the poison that feeds us Descended from infected sphincters excreting false dogmas In the name of which we bark like a herd Slaves of equivocal words, backhanded polysemies Tricks and allucinations Spread for us by The One Who Divides.
Flames and chaos all around (the) psychosphere Rising smoke till God closes his eyes Pumping chaos inside human mind Blind ourselves till every sense is lost
Weeping for freedom of being slaves Claiming for money or promisquity Embracing causes that are far from us Hating a ghost that is all in our mind Divided among ourselves Divided inside of our Self The fall now is just a matter of time Mindless puppets blinded by fear Just immediate needs t feed And a Master to serve Claiming ourselves as “free men”.
Our advance goes on All divided we march Partitioned in colours and flags Technicolor ego-trip While inside all is grey While we walk as ants With soldier’s devotion Straight to the abyss. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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