On this violent ground, corpses surround Buried alive without a thought The tension is seen as if in a dream But the truth has still remained unsought Hit the flatline Life gone out The sands of time are ticking away And in this strange light minds are dull No one ever shows us the way Eye to eye the project has ceased To some extent we understand Inventing the form Confusion is born The chaos is spread across the land Now crossing the line, we cannot define Subconsciousness is killed on the rack This great spectacle, invention in full The shape is lost, to never come back