1. DEAD STAR

Some scientifics have left for the moon, to study the Space, following, a very devastating war they were isolated From the Earth Planet, and from the others Planets of the Solar system, The Moon came unhooked, from its terrestrial Orbit, and now, roam, in the neverending Space for ever the Sceintists, knew how to build on, this satellite, a Spacial Base.

Lost in the nooks or a base, like in the twist and turns, Or a spirit,
Without an aim, Sentenced to that collective, loneliness Where each day, seems like the, day before. The scientifics Development, it isn't possible now, causing the decay, or The intellect, Nobody can realize, that on that base, in Fact, they're living, on a dear star.

Lost in the nooks or a base, like in the twist and turns, Or a spirit,
Without an aim, Sentenced to that collective, loneliness Where each day, seems like the, day before. The scientifics Development, it isn't possible now, causing the decay, or The intellect, Nobody can realize, that on that base, in Fact, they're living, on a dear star.

To be alive, dead star, its even, not a reprieve, with, the Dead sentenced to that collective decay, where each day, is Worse to live, than, the day beofre.
When the renewal of the generations exist only, for the Oleasure of the flesh, its create a denegerating, Civilization, or crisis brings the occupants, of the, base To live, little by little like at the Primary Era, at the Beginning of the Humanity.

Lost in the nooks or a base, like in the twist and turns, Or a spirit,
Without an aim, Sentenced to that collective, loneliness Where each day, seems like the, day before. The scientifics Development, it isn't possible now, causing the decay, or The intellect, Nobody can realize, that on that base, in Fact, they're living, on a dear star.


2. LEAVING THE BODY

Sometimes I wonder if I have a physical appearance
I feel, untouchable kike if my body was clear
A strange feeling as cold as death I've never felt before
That day, I've overstepped
My personal experience is a knowledge of my own
I've been interested by that substance wich is reminding me The death
Now I have to claim the fall of the abyss in wich I put Myself

Is my wish, leaving the body,
Until I'll retrieve all my senses

Floating, free,
Floating, as the wind,
Rise out of my body.

Sometimes you wonder why I roam these halls
You thinks, I'm untouchable like if for me you were clear
A feeling of powerless I've never flet before
You think, I've oversteppeed
Even if you tried to give me your time and patience
I won't be able to control my rations
This experience has given me strnage sensations

Is my wish, leaving the body,
Until I'll retrieve all my senses


3. SO MANY QUESTIONS

Step by step, to the mental independance
To choose the good, the bad, to choose your way
To burst the mould, not to be a sheep
To give a meaning of your life, you and the other people

There's loads of religious and philosophics
Do you really need it to know what is good for man?
If you're aware of your mind's potential
Why would you choose an alimentation, a kind of excision?

So many questions - Don't let the pattern
Of you education and your social condition
To become the prison of your mind
No more to be slave of yourself
Let's break the program

A whole life, all these ways in front of you
Like a quest, the ands reached out
The senses in awakening, a pure emotion
To feel the physical harmony when you palpate your peace of Mind

Phase by phase, to progress in the time
Cross the surfaces to catch the right things
Learn from other people are respect the differences
It's to self-education a power on yourself

To imagine oneself back in infinity to things,
Just like a slap before to restart
The time is your ally to be more wise
A laugh, a tear in the eyes of your wrinkled face, viewing The past
You might have done this choice or an another more.

So many questions - Don't let the pattern
Of you education and your social condition
To become the prison of your mind
No more to be slave of yourself
Let's break the program


4. OBLIVION PART I

Everywhere, millions people, paralized with fear,
The last breath of their rationalism, has left.
Their submissive consciences incomprensible screams,
Get lost in the deepest of the abysses,
Abysses of madness.
Somewhere, forces had taken shape.
Somewhere, forces had taken shape.
This night of the cictics an icy air crawled, the veins Like frozen
Branches.
They ressusciate this feeling of our inconcious, making Hear dull
Noises in the throat.

An immortality in pain, will dip humans in the oblivion.

Incomprehensible scram get lost, in the deepest,
Of theabysses of madness, dragged out.
Or their feelings, their emotions,
End or and individual existence, individual.

Immortal's antity, one design.
The dark omen hadn't make it warmed,
The veins like frozen branches.
They took up the soul and flesh,
Making hear dull noises in the throat.

An immortality in pain, will dip humans in the oblivion.
An immortality in pain, will dip humans in the oblivion.
Oblivion!!!


5. OBLIVION PART II

Instrumental


6. OBLIVION PART III

An immortality in pain, will dip humans in the oblivion
They forsaked this world, wich formely was our.
Leaving only humans wrecks and distresss after their Passage,
Taking with them all our thoughts. Their quest being Programmed,
By the craving for spirits, transfixed bodies
And fear, are the traces of their comer.

Immortal!
Will you be able to die?
Will you able to suffer?
Mental substanceless, your agony won't find an end.

No one can or will be able to stop them, thoughtless is the Man who would try to rise and face up to them.
Ancient civilization of genetic curse, nobody will never Get the answer.
The real question, is to know that is if we may hope Something.

Immortal!
Will you be able to die?
Will you able to suffer?
Mental substanceless, your agony won't find an end.

Immortal!
Will you be able to die?
Will you able to suffer?
Mental substanceless, your agony won't find an end.


7. FOR THEM

They, have lost their integrity in this unforgiven world Since the day,
Have passed on he other side they were on the same level But the wheel has turned.
And now, they have to face death in this new world where They live the statement of life.

Are completely erased, you wonder how
The is on the other side since they're overstepped,
A changing of their way of living was the trigger of the Agony, how could it be different for them (for them).

Time, weather in these days of hell are not really Important,
Only, survive is the leitmotiv everyday when they have to Face death, 'cause the wheel had turned Everyday the Quest is restarting endlessly.

Only survive, waste, nobody, life, everyday

They, have lost their integrity in this unforgiven world Since the day,
Have passed on he other side they were on the same level But the wheel has turned.
And now, they have to face death in this new world where They live the statement of life.

Are completely erased, you wonder how
The is on the other side since they're overstepped,
A changing of their way of living was the trigger of the Agony, how could it be different for them (for them).

You wonder how
The is on the other side since they're overstepped,
A changing of their way of living was the trigger of the Agony.


8. BETWEEN THE COLD

Talk to me now, or what I want to know, look back and
Make it an experience
The truth has no concrete only for the one who wants
To believe in it

Let flow my distress, let flow my madness
Between the cold, so strong and that world so false
Let flow my madness

Little by little my ignorance becomes ruins
Little by little my knowledge becomes fortress

The life is my memory, truth of my lies
My conscience is an mirror, the lies of my truth

Let flow my distress, let flow my madness
Between the cold, so strong and that world so false
Let flow my sickness

The life is only an immense wave, and we're one or
Them the foam
Each beings come to life through of its streams, which
The only aim
Is not to drown.


9. LINKED CURRENTS

You try to inculcate in the people your own opinion
About your own way of living and think
That its the best way, have you ever thought that
They may have their own opinion?

It is the time to change
'cause you're not alone

During all these years you were surrounded
By some specific patterns of thoughts
Nevertheless these linked currents are the meeting point
Of the ways of living the others
Why don't you want to change?

It is not because there is some dangerous people
Around you that you have to believe in them
The stereotypes of the life
Make sometimes the people ironic
On some others that are thinking the opposite
This spiritual food.

During all these years you were surrounded
By some specific patterns of thoughts
Nevertheless these linked currents are the meeting point
Of the ways of living the others
Why don't you want to change?