Текст песни Triphead - Images Of Lost Illusion

Acclaim the nation this disintegration
Life in zero, death in unit
The simple code to take domination
The subject of broken illusion of truth

Utopia people shining in platinum
They know all the answers and hate all the questions
Their purest blood can heal the slits
But they just watch as we die, with their smiling faces
imprinted on stones, imprinted on souls

The blue becomes grey
Smells start to stink
Time to cover secrets in broken head
The trace from loss remains in space
And all of the way is only attempt
To be somwehere in time