Shadow play fantasy. Society on the brink of ruin
The ornate puppets snap their delicate strings
Bleed the soul of the mindless machine
Shadow play reality. A monument built with blood and flesh
The cognizant masses need their opiate milk and myrrh their daily bread
Freedom fighter—freedom’s captor
Heed the piper, lethal viper
Civilization Zero—poison for the chosen
Ash to ash, dust to dust, what is flesh if it loses its soul?
Watch you split the sheltering womb, wandering ghosts have no home
Are we (still) born again?
Where was I when then earth froze in blood and fire?
Where were you when the flames lashed out and reached even higher?
How I miss the oblivion’s kiss
How I wish the bullet would not miss. How I watch it all burn down
Building blocks—crumbling down
How I scrub at scarlet stains
How I crave for the whip’s caress
How I confess all my immaculate sins
Memories chained in the catacombs of flesh
Freedom fighter—freedom’s captor
Heed the piper, lethal viper
We die a little to live
Are we (still) born again?
We live a little to die again
Are we (still) born again?