1. Flesh...weak...

Flesh is limited but thoughts are not,
Shell is expendable but spirit is not.
To give it a sense the spirit is tool,
But either way the body will rot.

Flesh, weak – that is the shell.
Deeds, acts – showing the spirit.
Spirit, soul – that is our essence.
Deeds, acts – they lead us to cause.

The mind is where no body lays,
It reaches the doors where no physics exist.
Dreams are not product of flesh,
Spirit is what gives us the cause.

Separate the flesh from spirit, separate the form from essence.

The flesh is what limits existence,
That every day is fading away.
But the soul, the soul is flowing,
That is what gives us eternity.

2. Form Of The Inhuman

I have a shell within the shell,
That cannot be broken by:
Influences that I despise;
Values that I do not recognize;
Words that doesn't do for Me;
Eyes through what I am being forced to see.

I Refused to be enlightened by other ways and guidance.
I Chose to be what My higher Self tells me to.
I Seek some other ways to find Mine own truth.
I Rule the world of mine.

What is being forced never broke My Spirit.
Every time penetration failed.
Last of defence that will never crash.
Eyes that see what My higher Self sees.

Spirit never hears the empty words.
A words that my feeble shell hears.
I am getting what I am willing to get.
And I am giving what I am willing to give.

Acceptance doesn't play the role.
If it would I would be mortal.
I am in the form of human.
But only by form.
Never by Spirit.

3. Prelude To The Verdict

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4. The Day After The Verdict

So quick to judge, so fast to lynch.
But when time shows that someone innocent lays,
No one seems to care.
Always prepared to destroy some else's life.

Once you will find yourself as innocent,
Then you'll know how they feel.
In their world there is no sunrise,
Just pure dark that others created for'em.

Day after the verdict, same as day before,
Innocent acclaimed as guilty one, no matter evidence hasn't been shown.
Day after the verdict, same as before that day,
Law is for the masses, for rich ones there's other way.

But history will show what we really are.
Selfish, greedy, narrow minded bastards.
Just close your eyes and it will gone.
It doesn't matter that:

Day after the verdict, same as day before,
Guilty one acclaimed as innocent, no matter evidence has been shown.
Day after the verdict, same as before that day,
Law is for the masses, for rich ones there's other way

5. Ethic Of War

For some life is all,
For other it's a game.
In which they command
By sitting in chair.
Master of puppets,
They think they are.
Just pulling strings,
Up and down.

Killing in some else's sick game,
Dying for someone else's cause.
Will always be
Ethic of war.

There is no heroes,
There is no cowards.
Just the dead ones,
That have died for nothing.
Master of puppets,
They think they are
Just pulling strings,
Up and down.

6. Ateist

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7. Virus Called Humanity

Mother Earth as we call it,
Will take care all.
We've passed many times,
But very soon we will fall.

This Earth bleeds for us,
But we don't preciate it well.
There is a perfect balance inside,
So Earth starts to react.

Earthquakes, eruptions,
Earth send us a messages.
How far greed goes?
It will burried us alive.

Human depths has no bounds,
Soon the Earth will clean itself.
The greatest prophecy will come true,
Virus called Humanity will dissapear