Open up your brain and talk directly at the world.
Are they challenging us to a warrior's clash?
Titans will fall and a visible touch will be exchanged
Due to the fact that we exist on the narrow touch plane.
Unfamiliar concepts, dressed up with candy for all the children
Wiping a new tear from off my brow.
Controlling the energy from sunrise to sundown
Pick up my voice and dip it in immortality,
The noise I make is human and the effects are so emotional.
I live off the gift that dominantly exists,
And with a kiss of death and healing god's breath
Painting with my fingertips,
Bleeding out from being out in the gallows,
Warning, the U.N.G pool is too shallow.
We are adding new species to the water.
The harder they are the better they convert.
Put faces in the canvas to give this picture texture.
A primitive obsession to give lessons
When the visible weapons leave you lost in the winds of change,
Praying for still air.
Let's record, marry, and dictate a new opinion,
Walk the way we run, speak the way we teach,
Follow the break and listen until there are no more drums to seek.
Not worth the effort, mention this global minimum of art
The first step in a new creation order.
I'll take you at a young age and erase all the words that have been force fed
Give you animal instincts and wings that come out when provoked,
Build up an anatomy of unbreakable spirit and unmatched strength!
A smaller brain with a larger capacity,
A love for poetry and sculptures,
Manners and a writing hand that never tires,
A daily dose of suffering and suffocating,
A hate for computers and the evil that they make,
But a love for technology and the way it makes the world shake,
An education of humanity, to build up your personality,
We will be family and a nation of destiny!
We will rise and paint everything in our path!
You bring support into this process.
This will be our first experiment
And if it goes well...
We will breed and feed the science to all the others who have lost other options.
This is what we've been waiting for, this our chance, our tribal conquer.
From pole to pole, documents that foreshadow our control.
Make our own conspiracies and have a pencil that draws an inner circle.
All to be dominant, all to be comfortable, all to be majority, all to be heard,
This violence will stop violence, no legends with exaggeration
Every color and every type of direction.
It's enough devotion to stay and turn to our goal.
We must control sound, sight, dawn and night
And get a list of prospects and new ports
And subjects that have a lost pattern in their walk
Blocking these signals to counter-attack their intelligence
A stuffed shirt and a narrow-minded apocalypse.
We won't call it revolution, it's obvious!
We will call it the solution!
The answer to a sleepless paranoid delusion!
We will be strong and immune to human manipulation!
Respond to all the hallucinations!
For every one of the laws, we will have an excess of a million
For every soldier, we will have one warrior civilian.
Putting the continents back together,
So all forms can communicate and collapse the walls of war,
So we can all together generate and it's the novel of new times.
We are here to save everything that we are and we know,
I will bleed on the seed of culture so my new race will grow.
