[00:13.00]A terrible racket makes me suffer like a fanfare
[00:18.56]Marching throughout my head
[00:22.64]Booming so loud my soul has become deaf
[00:34.37]Nevertheless reality stands firm
[00:38.82]But a very strange conceptual world
[00:41.54]Occurs inside this mad distorted ode
[00:44.77]Behind my eyes comes the ludicrous crowd
[00:48.83]Full of movie makers imagery
[00:57.16]So forth I am so forth I dream
[01:01.35]Frenzied and rushed unceasingly
[01:04.53]Drawn by the wizard's patterns
[01:07.63]My mind is no longer my own
[01:13.09]Above those hardpacked illusions
[01:17.09]Bright with pictures that shall kill the wise's vigour
[01:25.89]Is spoiled a great generation
[01:40.67]Mankind has lost its mind and therewith the arable ground
[01:49.52]The vast field the great
[01:53.72]Which the scholars own
[02:02.66]Cursed species humans
[03:15.93]Can you imagine
[03:19.03]What shall save you once the intelligence
[03:25.63]Will become speechless locked into silence
[03:32.77]When you will remain a fabric's device
[03:36.84]Old majesty deprived from her kingdom
[03:43.11]Her memory will never carry on
[03:57.67]There goes the orb of a system
[04:07.55]Ones adorn with a sad Eden and others tried to make it perfect