Walking thru your Babylon,
STONED and persecuted.
They call to you on the street,
every time you close your eyes.
Beckoning you home.

You belong with us.

A fog of anger and agony,

clouds your subconscious.

Pain your only begotten friend,

peace and happiness once,

now only a glimpse.

Join us my child.

Into a world of euphoric color,

and oscuro sesso.

Mistake your master,

still you blindly light

your peace maker.

Our world is yours.

Drifting on a plateau,

of numbness,

and impellent obsession.

Until you’re reduced to nothing,
e siete niente.

Muoia dalla nostra mano.