Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering

If you don't evolve you'll cease to exist as an object of recreation

The sound of silence awakens me and it feels I'm dying again

Like the creature born from the sin, I am moved by the hands of my God



The violent storm keeps raging down, to me life and death are the same

Away from the light and into enslave like the dust that must move again

I am commanded by hate without a will, as an object of recreation

Away from the dream of what will it be, let this world be drowned in its grief



Reincarnation of a man. Distilled through a pile of dirt.

Shed a tear and let this world be drowned in its greed.



Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering

If you don't evolve you cease to exist as an object of recreation



We slowly cease to exist as an object of recreation