Helter.Chaos.Skelter

Terrible is what human does, pain teaches that as terrible is what the tree cries.
A child doesn’t know what’s bad, he doesn’t know what’s good.
Come join the reflection of mankind upon themselves. The chaotic order of blood.
Wrath on raging minds which pick a star on a silent deadly night.
The vision is the vision of the vision. Cry for the elected.
Punishment after raising his hand is the sentence.
Looks like the calm breaks the cold obstinacy between the fingers of the homage.
Reasons to the suicide of everything dead before my eyes.

Break every part of reality to build the theory upon which lives the dying at birth and the elderly when falling under the blazing light of truth. Cry for the revenge of absolute chaos trying to be appeased to resurface.

In him, you cry. Insanity hates the minds.
Bull motherfucking shit is the horde to guide.
Appealing senses, fall to your knees.
Not a single tear, chaos is bliss.

Crimes that must be committed for the sake of order that no one understands.
The hole of a newborn’s head spills power, armed with self-destruction.
How can the nonsense made such a misunderstanding of this nothingness?
Take a walk, you think on you, and show your cards to the mirror.
Looking to survive, being crazy meant something when my legs were shaking.
Punishment after raising his hand is the sentence.
Display pictures to show what the world wants to make of you.
Reasons to the suicide of everything dead before my eyes.

In him, you cry. Insanity hates the minds.
Bull motherfucking shit is the horde to guide.
Appealing senses, fall to your knees.
Not a single tear, chaos is bliss.

Chaos.

It itself breaks the word’s meaning.
Hateful light spheres.

Only the mad survive here.
War inside a war for a living.

Now bring your complaints, we’ll create dreams with them while you are forced down to the primary part of your being where we’ll make what the world wants from you.
Climb over your memories to use them as a lethal weapon in the internal struggle you have to bring in those who only know how  to ignore.
Cry, cry, cry unto him, insanity hates  the minds because of the lack of comprehension. ‘Cause insanity is the comprehension, and you come to make out the will of your heart.