Robo-Lution
Anima Tempo
4:22The race to perfection Is a vicious cycle of self-infatuation They use death to bring greenhorns to kiss the cliff False preconceptions Saying amen to mask your worst imperfections Till your internal flames driving you to misery The truth shall be the light To unveil the pray of lies Eyes that can't see beyond the mirror Enslaved to never rise The potentates reply Obey for eternal life The hypocrisy on their graceful elegies Leads bitter in our mouths Say (ch) So far I heard a call the liar spit a word Say (ch) Blind to the simplicity of a soul slumbering Prophetic trumpets calling destruction chanting the hellion in the name of God cynic temples adoring upper idols In altars assembled to shelter the scattered blood Burn down the flawed conceptions! The soul divinity streams in silence Watch your towers wither to fade To rebuild your inner monolith The potentates reply Obey for eternal life The hypocrisy on their graceful elegies Leads bitter in our mouths Say (ch) So far I heard a call the liar spit a word Say (ch) Blind to the complexity of a soul that is uppering The soul divinity streams in silence Watch your towers wither to fade Burn down the flawed conceptions! The soul divinity streams in silence Watch the towers wither to fade To reveal your perfect symmetry The race to perfection Is a vicious cycle of self-infatuation They use death to bring greenhorns to kiss the cliff False preconceptions Saying amen to mask your worst imperfections Till your internal flames driving you to misery