1. DIVINE INDUCTION

The pressure is on
And the essence is strong
Dead world
Dead gods
Zombie talk
Zombie thoughts

Deep fake
Deep frost
Windmill fight
Choked and lost
Cold to the bone but pure
Strong as lions but insecure

We see nothing in the way ahead
We’re on the lost highway
Almost dead

Under cold moon we make love
From lust to dust we switch off
Too many things should not be
When all is gone we’ll be free

We seek no reason, no rhyme
In another dimension
Divine, sublime

Untouched, undead
We’ll reach the Promised Land
But after the End