LYRIC

They say torture him
To ensure that he knows nothing
We're here to help you
To protect you from yourselves

Like a rambling priest
Fill the gaps with the myths

An atom bomb of energy
In a fistful of sand
An eternal senseless mortal conflict
In a verse of words
"For now we see through the
Glass darkly"

A tired conflict
All ideologies dead

The only utopia
Is the clear light of the void
At the centre of all words
Behind of the maze

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