Blank mind, empty soul, empty flask to become a potion of servitude …
… gratitude, submissiveness to the stronger by age
Blue open eyes, expecting no lies to hear
Grateful for love you give, expecting your wisdom but the purpose is clear
The day you will find it out, the day when the smile will fade
That day is near.
Suppressing the natural, teaching the culture of man
The words are pure magic, their power poisoning the air
Happiness dying out, lowering the velvet veil, velvet veil over the realms of secrets
Convention and pressure, I´ll make you to play this game
In the name of my God and through your mind, my holy thoughts shall prevail … forever prevail
Give me your soul, for my Lord is the whisperer
I´ll make you forget and leave just a thoughtless hole
Once you will cry again, not knowing the reason why
A lurking depression crawls into your vacant soul
