Masquerade of feckless truth
Essence - all stone dead orchestra
Magma - my perfect gold
For release the chains of the absence
Mental cage of plastic mind
Where and when you exist?
Progeny of a reversal core
Plastic flesh worships demigod
Future cult
Silent breathe with feckless hope
Your eyes display a leprous corpus
Whispering scars sound from your throat
Plastic flesh worships demigod
I walk hand in hand with the future
Notwithstanding selfdestruction
Intoxicated spine of your essence
An echo consisting from emptiness