Eyes down toward the flames
We see the sins of our world
Witnessing a feast of atrocity
Being eaten by the weaks

Under the shame's cloak
The painfull truth are hided
Dark like a dying oak
That's our brand new age earth

CHORUS

Finding sleep in the sweet lullaby
Whispered by the voice of your Conscious Insanity

A grim vision of a mind
Of mass-produced frantic soul
Embrace your dreams,but don't be blind
Take the wing that could help fly

CHORUS 2X