Silence is a gift from the night
Calm wanders among the emptiness of the stars
Oh great hidden Lord, show your face
Behind the calm, an aggressive foreign
Insane minds
They are in hidden places
Scheming the next brutal work
Thought work is done work
This is the law, this is the key
The insane minds are scheming a plan
Brutal Corporation
The insane minds are scheming a plan
Brutal Corporation
There is no place
For mercy in the insane minds
They are in hidden places
New work, for the new lies
The insane minds are scheming a plan
Brutal Corporation
The insane minds are scheming a plan
Brutal Corporation
The evil brains are scheming a plan
Brutal Corporation
(Go back home, tired mind)
The black side of the dark face
Of human morbidity
Insanity or bequest?
Who knows? Who knows?
Go back home, tired mind
Your work’s come to an end
Go back home, tired mind
Make another plan
Oh great hidden Lord, show your face
Behind the calm, an aggressive foreign
Insane
The insane minds are scheming a plan
Brutal Corporation
The insane minds are scheming a plan
Brutal Corporation
The evil brains are scheming a plan
Brutal Corporation
The insane minds are scheming a plan
Brutal Corporation
