Acclaim the nation this disintegration Life in zero, death in unit The simple code to take domination The subject of broken illusion of truth
Utopia people shining in platinum They know all the answers and hate all the questions Their purest blood can heal the slits But they just watch as we die, with their smiling faces imprinted on stones, imprinted on souls
The blue becomes grey Smells start to stink Time to cover secrets in broken head The trace from loss remains in space And all of the way is only attempt To be somwehere in time