6 acessos
In a world of blind illusions
We walk towards the end
In a trance of higher meaning
We fail to see the laws in man
One with the soil drenched in blood
A part of a stolen past
A part of a dream-king parasite
We walk among zerohumans
Release us from the biting chains
The will to power is the power of the will
To rape humanity from its pride
Tear off the skin to see if their internal
Is as foul as their smirking self-righteous faces