Into the grey we walk
Mindless and confused
In the name of an old edict
A doctrine we never question
Emotions that are not our own
Degenerated by loss and order
Born to consume
We can't reinforce dystopia any longer
A life without a meaning
Our dreadful stampede towards digitality
Is the manifest of wrongs
Resist to rebuild this world
Take the weapons you got by birth
Enshrine your relations to death
Process the beauty that's on your mind
A request for harmony indeed
But requires an act of inner rage
Lunatic forms shall reveal the truth
To free the scourged one's from lies
A rainbow message to spread the news
Distrust and convenience come to an end
The blackness drifts away
Firestorms hail the cosmos once so crimson
The souls of red never burn again
Where the shadows of death may lie
It's a choice between heaven and hell
To let the mist dance again
Oh, can't you see the recreation of your eyes?
The recreation of your eyes
To drown in beauty again
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