In the rush of modern times, a new divinity
Is whispering these words to us
"Run, run to the light at the end of the
Don't look back and forget the whole past"
Our notion of time is getting sucked up by a black hole
Second after second
the modern world overwhelms us
As if it was guided by a thread
We are the marionettes of time
It synchronises the acts and
Crystallises and breaks our memories
In this psychological enslavement
Our spiritual quest becomes sterile
light in the eyes of our guardian angel is dying
Their colourless stare foretold nothing but Apocalypse
In this rush towards the
Can you possibly have a new perspective?
Will the revelation come to you
Regenerate your brain?
Lost in this maze
of the soul
The light of evil will come to you and guide you
So now the equation of our existence is infinite
The bodies are
getting divided from the spirits
The subtraction of the soul to zero
Will condemn us to a total annihilation.