1. WORLD OF PERVERSTEMPTATION

A paradox of which the man does not seem conscious
Much more concerned about his image
Perpetual pursuit of its identity
This world of appearances and overates
Life reduced to excess and the pleasure
Seeks more, adrenaline peaks, endorphin release
Molecules of the pleasure guiding our acts
Biological mechanisms which are only answers
To stimulation of which are difficult to resist
Physiological needs, necessary ? essential ?
Used and misused with excess and pleasure
Seeks more, adrenaline peaks, endorphin release
Molecules of the pleasure guiding our acts
What is the goal of man on earth ? reduction of pleasure
Wisdom doesn't like in this world anymore
A paradox of which the man does not seem conscious
Much more concerned about his image
Self assured, he believes in controlling of these acts
Doesn't he see this paradox
Blinded by this reptile impulses
Man's goal is to perpetuate himself through the ages ?
Doesn't he see he is the instrument of its own genes
Life reduced to excess and the pleasure
Seeks more, adrenaline peaks, endorphin release
Molecules of the pleasure guiding our acts.


2. THROWN OFF BALANCE

A balance system raped by this unworthy miraculous parasite
Cosmic forces unleashed, the revenge of the elements
A just return for disrespectful acts
An age of abuse, of excess
Wall is moving, no use for fighting it
Your prayer will change nothing
The original forces have already decided
Just realize, open your eyes and just realize the miracle
Blinded by material concerned, selfish needed thoughts
The original forces awakening
A just return for disrespectful acts
An era of excess has to be erased
Wall is moving, no use for fighting it
Your prayer will change nothing
The original forces have already decided
Just realize, open your eyes and just realize the miracle
Blinded by material concerned, selfish needed thoughts
The original forces awakening, nothing can stop them !
Blinded by material concerned, selfish needed thoughts
The original forces awakening, nothing can stop them !


3. INSTRUMENTAL

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4. I AM

Do you really exist ? are you really yourself ?
World of martyrs and stereotypes
Spirits formatted and influenceable
What is your goal ? belonging in this great community
Can one really exist by oneself
This world based on profits
Is there still a real place for abstraction & subjectivity
Can anyone exist and affirm himself in this Darwinien's world ?
I am and I will be
I don't want to be only one brick
Darwinien's world, survival of the strongest
Which is you real motivation ?
Do you really exist ? are you really yourself ?
Is there still a place in your soul for wisdom and humility ?
It is the perpetual fight for every day
World of stereotypes , cultural universe of consanguinity
I am and I will be
I don't want to be only one brick
Darwinien's world, survival of the strongest
Which is you real motivation ?


5. CONTROL THE MASSES

There is process of which you are only the master
Prisoner and free at the same time
Time has taken it's toll, worn it out
It bears mankind's evils for centuries
Got to realize you can't let destiny rules
To pass the written test ?
To open wide one's range of activities
Still regarded as the absolute one
Truly mean of controlling the masses
Join your hands to complete the mission
Curve you to forgive
Indissociable from life
To call upon in the suffering
To pay homage in outcoming
Could that be only a mere energy ?
Could that be only a mere illusion ?
Each second elapsing is a stone which can be added to your built up
Or the whole answer ?
To face reality such as it is
Such is real fight to be carried out


6. MODERN TIMES SYNDROME

Strange circonstances allowed mankind to reign on earth
Perfect tool : fingers, arms, legs and cortex to control them
A so called superior consciousness struggling with reptilian instincts
Thus, infested nest by annihilating the others species
Live is to go from A to B
All the rest is accidents and illusions
All we can expect from life
Is to make the light of truth
Human being is failed hybrid of god and demon
Civilisation is created is own image: complex and imperfect
Pernicious society, quest for vulgar and vain pleasures
It turn life into vegetative and egoistic survival
Live is to go from A to B
All the rest is accidents and illusions
All we can expect from life
Is to make the light of truth
Have you got the MTS ?
Incidious, it burn the mind out
Too much comfort leads to the burial of wisdom
Buy all ever you wanted, you won't be serein
Occult death and life will become meaningless
No science'll be able to cancel this fact


7. A TWILIGHT SEASON

Every day, every second we die
I feel time running but I'm suspended
As a star in the celestial vault, fixed but changing, trapped
Suspended in a twilight season when thoughts become elusive
Nothingness spread as plague
Orb of light, give me reason to live
For I know the things I see are fake
I'm on the edge of abyss
I must make a choice
Diving or moving away to break the paradoxal cycle
Can I , can I ?
Suspended in a twilight season, season of doubt
Desolate, desolate, region
Where sanity faith and pride seem to vanish
Inside silence there's an echo
I can hear voice whispering
Saying: why am I ?
As unique spectator
Where are illusions,
A fate's singularity out of control
Dare I cut the Gordian knot
As unique spectator I look at the world
Inside silence there's an echo
I can hear voice whispering
Diving or moving away to break the paradoxal cycle
Can I , can I ?
Suspended in a twilight season, season of doubt
Desolate, desolate, region
Inside silence there's an echo
I can hear voice whispering
Saying: why am I ?
As unique spectator
Where are illusions,
A fate's singularity out of control
Dare I cut the Gordian knot
As unique spectator I look at the world
Inside silence there's an echo
I can hear voice whispering
I look at the world
Inside, but outside


8. THE SELF PERCEPTION DYLEMNA

Ancient religion pretend : the soul is immortal
It must sustain, a cycle of rebirth
Find the awake and rejoins the saints in the realm of the golden light
We harvest what we saw, and learn from suffering
What we have to know in a chain of event
Again and again life after life
We must pierce the mist, discover the meaning of all things
Ancient religion pretend : the soul is immortal
It must sustain, a cycle of rebirth
Find the awake and rejoins the saints
We harvest what we saw, and learn from suffering
What we have to know in a chain of event
Again and again life after life
We must pierce the mist, discover the meaning of all things
Human convictions pretend:
We are born at random, and become the fruit of the tree of experience