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2. Stellar

it seems we're born to endless night, not to sweet delight

it seems we've lost our paradise in this comedy so divine

life has been nothing but black hole nebulae so far

and these puppets who govern us seem to be more lost than we are

don't expect anything from them, perched in their ivory tower

their ambition is just profit, greed and power

and these zombies of TV who have corrupted culture into industry

keep imposing fools as role-models of mediocrity

and you can't even count on this obsession called religion

its sacred writings that are but fanatical visions

and these sheep well-maintained, controlled and hypnotized

keep burning incense to idols false yet canonized

your mind is just a mist full of emotional poison

you live a dream of hell, a dream of illusion

disgusted by all this, don't belong to this set

these wretched concepts you refuse to accept

off the grid, out the box cause what we cross is a hoax

ruled by your book of law, your judge, your victim

think you can't be free cause freedom isn't free

you know the truth exists in your walk

so many doubts & fears about what tomorrow brings along

that facing all these agreements, you tend to feel so alone

your narrow galaxy really needs something new

question given ideas constantly, you have to

redesign-redefine

recover the ghost matter inside

make it up with your primal instinct

(over these patterns that drag you down)

forsake yourself to burst your senses

(over these patterns that drag you down)

avoid the concrete, trivial, absurd

(over these patterns that drag you down)

absorb what's useful- reject what's not

and dispel the smoke between mirrors at last

each night you die, each morn you reborn

to build the new, to break the old

with no shame of yesterday and no fear of tomorrow

refind your innocence through the echoes, the memories of your childhood

and dream another dream to rise above these spheres of patterns that drag you down

floating above now in the stratosphere

detached from all desires, doubts and fears

from nadir to zenith, with light in hands

among the stars, universe your new flesh

be stellar

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3. Omni

From the limbo of time, born in a chaotic storm

individual & incomplete

loomed up out of the fog, grew up to be a stagnant form

individual & incomplete

obsessed by the source of an unknown goal

individual & incomplete

possessed by this force that split body, mind & soul

individual & incomplete

plugged in virtual atmosphere, logged on trivial spheres

individual & incomplete

over-connected, over-stimulated but still

individual & incomplete

swinging like a flesh doll with disaster in its hands

individual & incomplete

suspended above a big black hole, digging precious things from the land

individual & incomplete

just a discordant note on the score of life, lost in this nebulous strife

individual & incomplete

just out-of-tune in the artwork of life, the loss is so obvious

individual & incomplete

but in dream, I see

the scalpel of empathy incising the body

closing the windows of the soul, leaving just the third eye open wide manifestly

getting rid, of this grid of greed inherent of our breed

even those who are going adrift in the mist, being blind, being a drudge

full of grudge in the sludge, don't know why, they begin to feel

the shimmering reflections of our own metamorphosis

reborn & renewed, with all the points of view, we begin to see, we begin to see...

the entire earth & the reality as it is

becoming the alpha, the omega

an omnipresent enigma

the beginning & the end of all things

the miracle of one only thing

that which is below is like that which

is above & that which is

above is like that which is below

self-aware, turn on, tune in, drop out

tuned to the pulse of the world

come from nowhere, now everywhere

in every line, in every sign

in every heart, in every mind

of everyone at the same time

all-knowing, all-sensing

all of parts, part of whole

essential, eternal

core of all, universal

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4. Eclipse

last link of the chain of evolution, of the natural selection

we’re self-destructive destroyers divided in sections

our consciousness is an anomaly

in our knowledge we know nothing, from our mistakes, we learn nothing

we've lost our instinct in this society

in our knowledge we know nothing, from our mistakes, we learn nothing

we've always been an abstraction in asymmetry

there is no stability in our history, no resilience in the entropy

the wasted energy of humanity keeps the same trajectory indefinitely

if we started over, we'd do the same, if we started over, we'd do the same

vibing on different frequencies, blurred by interferences

denying our apocalypse, the light of this world we eclipse

diagrams of bedlam once programmed

we play our lives like little dramas in the twilight

creating a world where nothing's solved, where time became a flat circle

everything we've done and do, we're gonna do again and again

there is no stability in our history, no resilience in the entropy

the wasted energy of humanity keeps the same trajectory without any harmony

sometimes this human ballet seems to have a sense, a meaning

through aleatory movements of beings

who approach, stay or move away then we lose it

until the next obvious yet fragmentary evidence

this world follows an order but certainly not ours

may be the honorable way for our species

to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing

and walk hand in hand into extinction, opting out of a raw deal

if we started over, we'd do the same, if we started over, we'd do the same

so keep going, don't change, stay the same

to vibe on the same frequency of this world in full harmony

embrace our own apocalypse, our world of darkness will be eclipsed

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5. Halo

This old affliction that I've tried to bury inside

my mind is surfacing again cause I can't hide

despite of everything said & everything done

at the same point we stay, at the same point we’re done

our lack of sight & insight makes me more & more ashamed

we’re still blindly destructive, don’t ask why I'm negative

on the eve of a self-armaggeddon, how can we live?

our lack of sight & insight leaves us lost & gone astray

how can we feel well or not get mad in a world that feels so bad?

we all see life through a cataract

acting abstractly we subtract

empathy to only keep ego

reducing our pale vision to a simple halo

sorrow times, narrow minds, our shadowed eyes

swallow the shallow signs of hollow lines

we don't change the world, the world changes us as it turns

our acuity in clarity is getting worse

permanent display of despair and dismay blurs the way

of galactic swirls everyday

with flawed optic nerves, spoiled by the curves of perversion

a cloudy version of the world we deserve

our lack of sight & insight makes me more & more ashamed

our lack of sight & insight leaves us lost & gone astray

so how can we feel well?

obviously we all see life through a cataract

acting abstractly we subtract

empathy to only keep ego

reducing our pale vision to a simple halo

if only we could see beneath the surface of words

behind the wall of reason, beyond the common senses

if only we could cleanse our hearts then we'll be able to see clearly

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6. Fragment

Half-fiends of this society of need

half-feasts for this cannibal machine of greed

full addicts on parade in a consumer masquerade

we spend our time researching how

to complete the puzzle of our lives without ever having the last piece

cause we're all fractured creatures

scattered in this structure, we try to become whole

what we all seek by fragments

the connection between our body, mind & soul

in obsession we lay, in possession we stay

full addicts on parade in a consumer masquerade

we spend our time researching how

to complete the puzzle of our lives without ever having the last piece

we're all fractured creatures

scattered in this structure, we try to become whole

what we all seek by fragments

the connection between our body, mind & soul

we think we know what we want

hooked to the material, something's missing

high on superficial, we're always lacking

there's always a deeper hole that needs to be filled

we always want more, we always want what we don't have

to combine all the smashed parts of ourselves

we have to understand that the answer dwells in us

we're all fractured creatures

scattered in this structure, we try to become whole

what we all seek by fragments

the connection between our body, mind & soul

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7. Abyss

Where should I go? I who search for my better self

How could I know? I who wander this wasteland

sometimes in order to see the light, we all have to risk the dark

but at this nemo point I've lost my soul, life's so absurd, I am bored of it all

Am I crazy or does everything worsen?

life is unsure, death is certain

Am I crazy or does everything worsen?

I think therefore I'm damned

stuck in all angles, in the cube of life that became a circle

can't manage, can't handle, everything that defines me as a person

if there's nothing else to do in this world but love then where are you?

Cause the spinning wheel of false highs & true lows keeps turning and I need peace

we all search for something that prevents our fall in the abyss

search for something else, search for something better

search for something that matters

hope for something else, hope for something better

hope for something that matters

fuck for something else, fuck for something better

fuck for something that matters

fight for something else, fight for something better

fight for something that matters

die for something else, die for something better

die for something that matters

live for something else, live for something better

live for something that matters