Cubes - Forlorn

The madness is complete

Chaos is order, all as one

Empty shells without matter

Degenerating and collapsing

Untouchable are the sinners of slavery

Unforgivable democracy

False is true.

The handmade truth

Molded to pleasure and please

To imprision the free

I say: «Arm yourself»

Release your fear upon others

Inflict pleausure upon the worthy

Upon the few

Mechanic order, organic chaos

A painting by sand bliss

A painting without paint

An inkless tattoo

Dead.

All are dead

Resistance is everywhere

Will it ever end

By my hand or a simple wish

Power of thougth

Pain

Release me from captivity

Make way bastards

I am angry;

with nothing to lose

This fight will be good