So here's another senseless storyWithout exit or hope and without any gloryCome along and I will pull you downTo the center of redemption or the toxic crownTell me what you are waiting for and tell me what you are crying forThis is - where we are from, this is - where we belongThere are things you might ignore and there are things you might exploreEntering the welkin' dying puppet throneYou keep on asking, you keep on yearning for moreYou keep on talking and there are things for you to scoreYou get another chance, within your stupid tranceSurrounding is the interface, searching for some outer graceThe toxic command, the inner remnantThere is nothing left for you to self-refrainCome on take it to another end - the freedom of our blendCome on take it somehow higher now - and you will understandIt's an illusion of a dying plan - the failure to expandCause you keep on trembling - the way you'll find an endThe mass-placeboUse your senses, rely on expensesPattern chain moving and arpeggio groovingKilling joke or silent movingInfinity, reality, what are they doing?It's a newly spinning universe, the center of some blind remorseWill the future plead for love/hate as seedWorld's a hateful spinning course, just try to find your war-resourceDown on your knees - a fictive bet you'll need