ChronocrazeYesterday has been understood
But its past hasn't been figured
You would be surprised if you could
For sure, today would be clearer
No one is leaving beyond time
Existence is limited by life
The past is gone today draws the line
Coercive Currents Subtle vibrations invading your mind
Counterprojections distorting the scenes
Waves of coercion forbid you to climb
Holding the presence of doubt in your dreams
Those gleams of bliss you feel
Then drive out of control
How will you make them real
Devil in My Eyes There is a poison in my mind
My vain ambitions burn in me
Another dream's buried alive
Another heaven I'll never see
So now the devil's in my soul
And so my heart became a grave
The flame just burns without control
Factory of Delusions Hear the sad doctrine of lost ones again
Ride on the furrow of despair
Obey the factory until you meet the end
To runaway you should not dare
Supremacy is the factory
Bow and obey to the factory
Fiction Of VeracityAn abstarct reality
Kingdom of dissension
Made of absurd situations
An abstarct reality
Freedom of illusions
Innate from a veracious fiction
Imprisoned by infinite horizon
From This Day Forward Now nothing is gonna be the same
From this day forward
Now nothing is gonna be the same
From this day forward
Adrift among its existence
It starts to rise
Emphatic endeavour to be
Glass Made of Flesh Out of the depths of your mind
It's all a vast overconscience
Linked to the top of your spine
Man's a fragment of oneness
In the cosmic mitosis
Watch your own separateness
From the sundered genesis
Imminent RegeneratorOnce a bad but tractable intent
Now a mischieving illusion
Once a malignant experiment
Now turned to obsession
Insensitiviness of your action
Makes you want to quit
But stopping now would make it unappealing
It Should Have Stayed UnrealHis mind is the mold
Of fearful events
A matter of time
'Till it's reality
The power to see
What someday will be
Visions of the future
Sequels See the lies
See the untruth
See the fall of my dream
See the rain
See the sadness
See the distress i glean