End of catalepsy
Lethargic agony
Broken ataraxy

Vision of a sculptural mass grave
Metaphor of a whole which is nothing
crawling on the carcass of a forgotten utopia

Buried alive under a heap of lies
Smothered by the corpses of banished ideals...
my decadence ends with this painful rise...

Seraphic vision of a neurotic messiah
Sepulchral vision of a sculptural mass grave
An odd venom runs from these old open wounds

Now my body's a pile of bloody flesh and broken bones
You know I came for you
Your decadence ends with this painful rise

Blind and divine
Human decline
I awake from the nightmare

Grinding an adipose mass
We are infectious cells
In an infected hell

Don't you see the scars on your back ?....
Heaven is a no man's land...