Led by the chaos of a primordial pulse
The order in a raging hurricane
Nihilistic tides overgrow our human side
It grabs our hands and wakes us from our rest
It hangs us on the street to show them the road
Grotesque directions for the masses
Unready to survive our own suicide
Calculated and meticulous chaos
Erupting from our open chests
Filtered by the dusty air of the desert
We are gurgling our thoughts
Purifying our way to the morgue
Drowning while suspended in mid air
"The ego refuses to be distressed
By the provocations of reality"
Death is only a mild offense
Self-sacrifice is just a favour
The smell of a poisonous truth keeps us alive
Even if the world has stopped rotating
Even if everything is polluted to the core
While we hang you should follow the path we point out
While we Saints, we Wrongdoers, hang, you should follow that path
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Led by the chaos of a primordial pulse
The order in a raging hurricane
Nihilistic tides overgrow our human side
It grabs our hands and wakes us from our rest
It hangs us on the street to show them the road
Grotesque directions for the masses
Unready to survive our own suicide
Calculated and meticulous chaos
Erupting from our open chests
Filtered by the dusty air of the desert
We are gurgling our thoughts
Purifying our way to the morgue
Drowning while suspended in mid air
"The ego refuses to be distressed
By the provocations of reality"
Death is only a mild offense
Self-sacrifice is just a favour
The smell of a poisonous truth keeps us alive
Even if the world has stopped rotating
Even if everything is polluted to the core
While we hang you should follow the path we point out
While we Saints, we Wrongdoers, hang, you should follow that path
The order in a raging hurricane
Nihilistic tides overgrow our human side
It grabs our hands and wakes us from our rest
It hangs us on the street to show them the road
Grotesque directions for the masses
Unready to survive our own suicide
Calculated and meticulous chaos
Erupting from our open chests
Filtered by the dusty air of the desert
We are gurgling our thoughts
Purifying our way to the morgue
Drowning while suspended in mid air
"The ego refuses to be distressed
By the provocations of reality"
Death is only a mild offense
Self-sacrifice is just a favour
The smell of a poisonous truth keeps us alive
Even if the world has stopped rotating
Even if everything is polluted to the core
While we hang you should follow the path we point out
While we Saints, we Wrongdoers, hang, you should follow that path
Writer: Mauro Tomat
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