1. FLOATERS IN THE VOID

Hurry, there’s no time, someone is running more than you You can’t afford to not be (the) first
And be so careful if you rest.
Caring for yourself you will be forced to leave the run
But did you ever want to play a game
In which who wins will fade?

We’re all searching something we don’t know
So frantic rotting in our stones
Collecting matter that some day’ll be back to dust
We’re like blind air following the wind
We’ve never asked ourselves if
Quitting from the stream,
We would be something more than floaters in the void.

Did you ever try to see this world, not from it’s ground
But floating higher than the clouds,
Beneath the stars, hearing no sound
All those ants you see, are the so glorious Human Race
Silently working for fake queens,
Seemingly wandering (on) the planet’s face

We’re all searching something we don’t know
So frantic rotting in our stones
Collecting matter that some day’ll be back to dust
We’re like blind air following the wind
We’ve never asked ourselves if
Quitting from the stream,
We would be something more than floaters in the void.

Almost all we do, gets overwhelmed
by some sensation deep inside, that we are wasting time
No, there’s nothing new.
They say: “wear your necktie and surely outside,
There’s gold that you will find.”
But that does not fulfil me,
All of a sudden fall all walls
There’s no ground below me,
The more I grab the more I fall
A million different faces,
(But) the same void deep in their eyes
When love becomes chemistry and poetry an exercise
I can’t believe all this is real,
(I) can’t believe my life..
I cannot choose it, I cannot change it,
(It’s) written, also when I cry

We’re all searching something we don’t know
So frantic rotting in our stones
Collecting matter that some day’ll be back to dust
We’re like blind air following the wind
We’ve never asked ourselves if
Quitting from the stream,
We would be something more than floaters in the void.


2. DYSPHORIA

(I’m) still alone, I hear the voice of emptiness
It brings me far away
Life seems to me a prison
(The) streets of (the) city, (are just) a beautiful illusion
(I) find a person to ask “who is myself?”
Laughs, smiles, tears and cries...
Is this communication?
A forgotten land where spirits dance
Under the white light of the moon
I find this place where (a) feeling’s true
Over this false sky
Where shadows of our mind take life
A place over laughs and tears
Without stupid people screams

The fear to sleep alone will never exist
A warrior without shield will come to save yourself
The fear to sleep alone will never exist
(He) will give you the power to break the glass bell

Why are we living for?
Is this a tragic show?
They’ve written our life, to program what we do
(I) don’t wanna stay, to the joker’s court

My scream is loosing into night
Tomorrow I don’t want to see
A day, the same (of) 1000 others
People’s leaving into madness
So near to the end
The tears are flowing from the elf
(Who) listens this story about humanity
(About) a never ending tragedy

Delirium’s a way to escape the homologative way
From a comfortable cage, (I) refuse this senseless life
Delirium’s a way to escape the homologative way
I prefer my paradise image

Men choose a plastic life
With consumistic pleasure
I tell ‘em: you switched off your mind
And split in two your ego