Stay away, you blind consumers,
Better not go out from hive!
You are just malignant tumor
Who has late to be alive!
Like a rotting, pink infusion
Crawl glamorous retards.
Your abode's filled with illusions
The Spirit is torn in shards.
And the city became empty
Cause inhabited by you,
Oligarchs live in plenty
Becoming fatter through and through!
A hotbed of ancient fear
Waits for moment of a cure!
The outcome’s so fucking near
There’s no way to find detour.
Flocks of color Empyrean
Destroy the system of aligning.
Theory’s becoming real
As a dream, if the heart is shining!
Stay away? I’ve never meant it!
Eternal clocks stroke thirteen times!
There is lit the fire of spirit,
There is neverending primes!
Flocks of color Empyrean anyway return to future from the past... (21x)
