Paroles de Cubes

The madness is complete Chaos is order, all as one Empty shells without matter Degenerating and collapsing Untouchable are the sinners of slavery Unforgivable democracy False is true. The handmade truth Molded to pleasure and please To imprision the free I say: "Arm yourself" Release your fear upon others Inflict pleausure upon the worthy Upon the few Mechanic order, organic chaos A painting by sand bliss A painting without paint. An inkless tattoo Dead. All are dead Resistance is everywhere, Will it ever end By my hand or a simple wish Power of thougth. Pain Release me from captivity Make way bastards I am angry; with nothing to lose This fight will be good