Dread the Unknown

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