Slice - KRYSTAL SYSTEM

We offer you a dream

That you’ll call construction

A simple query that will never end

We give you an image

To cherish with devotion

We put this image in your trembling hands

We offer you the world

If you bow to submission

A dried up Paradise, a fireless Eden

We think we grow up

That it’s automatic

But we’re made of shocks

And we’re made of past

We hear it beating

Our heart of plastic

We hear this clock

Pretending we’ll never die

The deadest amongst those

Who’re roting in here

Preside over the grave

Electing their Gods

Now you worship on your knees

The words of the law:

«Loyal vassals

Idolize me

I am the Mild

The Fear

The Flail

Loyal vassals

Idolize me

I am the Mild

The Fear

The Flail»

We think we grow up

That it’s automatic

But we’re made of shocks

And we’re made of past

We hear it beating

Our heart of plastic

We hear this clock

Pretending we’ll never die

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