Symbolic ritualisation Of an artificial life Where the void echoes the storm In singular patterns of time No life shall rise Where life suffers from absence of light The blinded ones shall lead the blind Repressive instruments free of content and form Shall oppress and then devour our soul World that breeds no life Callous and sterile Heritage of the cowards, graveyard of the bald Knowledge reproduced in whisper While screaming of the void resounds Shameful departure of a once graceful kind Where life suffers from absence of light The blinded ones shall lead the blind Repressive instruments free of content and form Shall oppress and then devour our soul By the gallows we stand With rope swinging around our neck That our eyes refuse to see Tightening the noose with idiotic smile Living a dismal dream Epoch of self-denial