Faces of mirror,
Reflecting ideas of hollow by
Facing each other
Projecting the rays of concepts that claim
To be for a better world
The rays collide, conflicts abide
Concealed intentions are to divulge
And trainers of such thoughts to indulge

No purpose does regard our well-being
Masters of the art of demonocracy
Are here to labor us all
And we will have to serve them all

"Caressed by the tongue of the serpent,
They'll birch us with the whip of blind hatred
We'll be longing for our long gone past
The time when our fathers cared
For people, not their nations.
As we exhale for the very last time
The foul air in our lungs."

The provocation of the real of the void
Opening the gate
To the domain of the Faceless,
Voids who crave fulfillment in their desolation.
The coming tyrants of this world
Of segregated herds of sheep.

Ages of mental slavery,
Has brought us pain and calvary.
Within this world of treachery
Is hidden a billion mysteries.
By the deceitful masonry
The world is living in misery.
To end this supreme crookery,
Minds must be free of any boundary.

The sound
Of global disorder has deafened us
From hearing the marching
Of those who once did fall
Winds of the end are blowing as mistral

Apathy and distrust
The weakening waves of frost
Have left on our flesh a crust
Resistant to any light to ******
In between sides we have lost
Our map
Our path
We played and we lost.

This is the sound of global disorder
That deafened us
From hearing the marching
Of those who once did fall
Winds of the end are blowing as mistral

Helpless as long as lives would last.
Just as happened in the past.
Destructive thoughts of doubt
Eating
Our lives and our whereabouts

The purpose of those who just preach
Does not regard your well-being
You suppose it does, but you’re fooled
Between the lines is where you can find the key
To truth…