Confined in begotten lands of the molecular disarray From the vibratory spectrum where lie the organic bases Dead nature, it's characteristic of a confinement Polarity shocks shake our existence like chains tied to our feet Systematic visual restriction Differ from the awakening of the snake that lies at our door The inexperience leaves us again under orange and white lights A debt in the spirit, take the hands of your shadow Sleep your thoughts under this tortuous weather The aim: the horizon Attracted by a call, saw celestial bodies as sweets to the palate Resonant landscapes stimulated the race The color was the key, they were attracted In your head there's a constant light It comes from a sun that died long ago Tension on the surface, a hoax that hides information A debt in the spirit, take the hands of your shadow Sleep your thoughts under this tortuous weather The aim: the horizon A debt in the spirit, take the hands of your shadow Sleep your thoughts under this tortuous weather The aim is the horizon From yellow to blue, my skin shines and stretches You gave me some of your light I will let it shine They don't see, their fingers fall when joining hands They think they are all well clung They think they are all well clung They think they are all well clung