We are so concentrated to catch reality to forget what's the meaning of being alive;
that's the sign that something goes wrong.
Perfection is harming ourself more than new trends are producing hell.
We strive to appear less human than what we are.
Committing suicide is a wretched cowardice,
it's the refusal striving to find in people what they really got.
Our task has made us demonized, we are just pawns we are not knights.

Every fuckin' priest want to daze us out and promise an afterlife in paradise.
We don't want to be detached, our reaction makes us feel alive.
We must connect heart and mind to feel all the world on our skin.
We can't be defeated yet. We can't be defeated now.
Explode over the world.