A simple superstition about what it means to exist
Like being suspended in oceanic levitation
Between reality and this intermittent revelation of what remains of us
The third eye doesn't lie
Everyone is falling apart
Searching absolution
While I´m searching lights in the dark
See a part of absolute chaos and wake up before it's too late
Try to run far away when the world is so close to breaking
The purge is near
She believes blindly in me
We are pawns to her plan
She abducted me to see the uncertain direction
She takes my breath to be a part of your nature
Hold my heart to see
Through your eyes this new creation
Do you still have trust in this humanity?
Let it drown so deep in your own mind
So we can survive
The purge is near
I can see the new life born from debris
Of this world of impurity
Trust in me
Ethereal mist, numb all the pain in me
Bring your apathy, the prophecy is real
A simple superstition about what it means to exist
Like being suspended in oceanic levitation
Between reality and this intermittent revelation of what remains of us
The third eye doesn't lie
Everyone is falling apart
Searching absolution
While I'm searching lights in the dark
Trust in me