Dread the Unknown
dread the unknown
te possibility, the dominante, the mystery
can you just believe what i said
or you are afraid to admit
the presence of the unknownbeing
but one day you’ll see...
They’re coming
there is a possibility among the depth of the space
think about that
dread the unknown
mysterious species from other planets
dread the unknown
dread their shadows
flying across the sky
be dominated on any form
on any level of your destiny
imagine... the suffering
using you like a guinea-pig against your will
but also see the mysteries
of a distinct race
separated by light-years
a privilegious moment of a rare intensity
don’t turn your back on it... on it... on it
Genocide
far from here
deflagration
hits the sky
mankind fixed... too late
the execution’s breath
hunts present away
sweeping the creation
with the back of his hand
our dying groans implode
through the lamentations collapse
a provoked silence persist
the doubtful silence of the human remains
powerfull intrusion
of the viction
our own sphere
degeneration of the populations
desintegrate all of the nations
darkness descends on the earth
as we lost our paradise
«What should be next
we are about to die on our feet
each war strikes men and they laugh
it is time to rise»
slavery misery
upon those violent acts
closed window
lies
Another frequency
my vision is so denouncer
that they enter in me as a metal wall
for them i’m only a viction in the crowd
interfering by changing the rules
all those people who decide for us
proud of their attitude
it’s a communication without sence
i saw the rules... on the wall... in the crowd
stronger than me
i can’t help my self
society makes me so weak
so weak, so unstable
honnest desire to understand
uncomprehending things
to fulfill my dreams i must neglect
all the values of life
under the sea... over the bridge
speculations unclear
frequency of theirs... untouchable
manipulating us
true rules... on the wall
true rules on the wall
responses speak
into the strangers casualness
i am convulsive and breathless
this is another frequency
where i can’t be
Noctural cycle
i can’t see.. I can’t taste... but i can feel
as the poor suffering fears
when the death knocks at the door
i sickly apprehend those long and gloomy nights
the awakening calls
making an unbearable noise
ouh.. I know
day after day... it’s back
and my patience
is exhaust to a consciousness level
that i cannot seize
the time and his notions penetrate me
all over my body
i must fear my own self
on the slippery wall... where i crawl