"Sometimes we have thoughts that are so frightening
we can't even admit to ourselves that we have them."
"Did I torment you, did I perhaps even kill your loved ones? Yes

you did."

Control of power

Strangles the mind
Collapse of the system
Destruction begins

From within

Mutilated by sound

Signalling all the senses
Out of mind
Out of soul

The trauma begins

A story never told

From the past
A show remains
Conspiracy aided

Toxic shock

They all lie in a trance

Those idealistic fools
Bent on crutches
All of them bleed

In their tracks
They never look back


Christ, Christ, Christ
What have they done to me?
Christ, Christ, Christ

What have they done to me?

"Wait for me you maniac, I don't know whats going on"


Buried machines
Connecting the unseen

Information warfare
Aggression and betrayal
Radiation codes

Psycho-nerve warfare