It started long ago
When truth became extinct
We melted reality
To forge a hideous wall
It can’t resist much longer
Dissonance will - pass through it all!
These chains of madness will break
And so their gates will be made
They’ll raze establishment
To erase the scar from the scourge of frustration
Unleash these beings, release them all
Let them spread through our world
Let them face our true self
We will finally sit on our own throne
We will finally wear our crown
I can almost hear the crack on the wall
The same that is dripping our silent tears
Our silent tears!
In the arms of lunacy!
The insane will be their banner
Distortion of impressions
Our eyes will reflect our fear
Of knowing what we have done
We’ll strike with negation to resist
This wave of desperation
These chains of madness have to break
For their gates to be made
They have to raze our establishment
And erase the scar of frustration
Unleash these beings, release them all
We will finally wear our crown
Let them spread, let them break our wall!
We have to sit on our throne
Let them come, set them free to distort
Our already sick reality!
I can almost hear the crack on the wall
The same that is dripping our silent tears
Oh! Let’s dry out this silence of tears
Distortion of impressions