Streams of life turns to shine
Tall and strong.

From my vantage point I see
The slow movements of the sun.

But dreams are interrupted
By a clear vision from the past.

Something is changing in the cosmos
And they want to hide it all...

From the storming of the bastille.
Until the end of existence.
From the primordial vacuum of universe,
Even the most recent events

Among racks they always wanted to be,
Hiding each of the truths,
Indoctrinating frail and feeble minds
Of those who have faith, but no reason.

You poison my food
And then tend me your hand.
Your poison is acting
In the veins of humanity.

They injected a pandemic virus
Of fake intelligence and wisdom.
And managed to make us feel
Owners of a story that was written
(Long time ago).

Do not turn to shine.
Ignorance is total.
Feeling like a doll,
Acting at their mercy.

And yet, I keep dancing
This sound of celestial music.
As much as I try to envision,
Nothing important happened today.

Rien d'important s'est passé aujourd'hui,
Pour avoir écrit la vérité.
Rien d'important s'est passé aujourd'hui,
Rien d'important, rien de plus.