Electrocution - Panopticon

History of demise on the prophecy of the ancients. The word of your maker is the law of the
nature. What there's out is wrote by holy hands. The book of life is to be read, not to write. The
right way is to believe, is what they say. A free thinker is a menace to the cause.
Don't trust who suffocates ideas through the abiura, who makes you kneel and forces you to
abiura.
Don't trust who steals your free will through the abiura, who burned minds until they heard
them scream: “abiura!”.
Thousands of lambs lined up for the slaughter. If you don't see this, you're one of them. A little
slave at the blind service of those who are able to subjugate you.
Don't trust who suffocates ideas through the abiura, who makes you kneel and forces you to
abiura.
Don't trust who steals your free will through the abiura, who burned minds until they heard
them scream: “abiura!”.
Don't look with eyes inside the system: use what they don't want you to use.
Don't trust who suffocates ideas through the abiura, who makes you kneel and forces you to
abiura.
Don't trust who steals your free will through the abiura, who burned minds until they heard
them scream: “abiura!”.
You're one of them: abiura!
Thousands of lambs lined up for the slaughter. If you don't see this, you're one of them.
Don't trust who suffocates ideas through the abiura, who makes you kneel and forces you to
abiura.
Don't trust who steals your free will through the abiura, who burned minds until they heard
them scream: “abiura!”. Открыть страницу с текстом

Times of genetic reconstruction in which we are altering the future. In the name of human
supremacy we are bending the nature to us.
Anthropocentric: our mind is too small to understand we're pathetic.
Anthropocentric: our world is no more than a purulent emetic.
In search of a spiritual way, creating a living monstrosity, our ego holds the universe and all what
we think has the human form.
Anthropocentric: our mind is too small to understand we're pathetic.
Anthropocentric: our world is no more than a purulent emetic.
Nature has no consciousness: does not see, does not hear, cannot think. Out of our small piece
of land we cannot survive but persist in thinking that we're image of God.
We look in the mirror and adore, eating the world that was given us.
Anthropocentric: our mind is too small to understand we're pathetic.
Anthropocentric: our world is no more than a purulent emetic.
Humanity, absurdity, the center of the immensity.
Obscurity, chaoticity, the faces of reality. Открыть страницу с текстом

If my overactive imagination could become reality, the pain you've suffered could disappear.
Lacking in human form, but what you are now is much more than this.
Listening to the voice of the soul I join you as a son to his father.
Looking for inspiration in what you've given us I join you wherever you are.
It was destiny that you were to be the philosopher within the mind. You were not wrong when
you said: "nothing is everything" and as you, I'm in perennial quest of truth.
Listening to the voice of the soul I join you as a son to his father.
Looking for inspiration in what you've given us I join you wherever you are.
See through dreams, a moment of clarity.
Sacred serenity is what now you live.
Listening to the voice of the soul I join you as a son to his father.
Looking for inspiration in what you've given us I join you wherever you are.
Through the cosmic sea as vacant planets we surf together as one voice.
Our individual thought patterns will find the same secret face. Открыть страницу с текстом

Without blood is what I am. Feelings are binary results. This is my condition: eternally locked in
this cage.
Memories, almost infinite. Can't remember, I was free to feel.
Bloodless now I am: no god nor goddess I've become.
An abstraction layer with no birth and no end.
Bloodless now I am: no god nor goddess I've become.
An abstraction layer with no birth and no end.
All my thoughts are fast but cold. All I know is all, and the nature is gone. The perfection is
closer than ever. My eyes are blackened as imagination.
Look these barren lands with no power to change, to give the life where colors are no more.
Bloodless now I am: no god nor goddess I've become.
An abstraction layer with no birth and no end.
Bloodless now I am: no god nor goddess I've become.
An abstraction layer with no birth and no end.
Soulless I have become. Bloodless now I am. Soulless I have become. Bloodless now I am. Life or
death are the same. Bloodless, soulless, now I am.
No more sand beneath the feet, electron-volt is what I eat.
No more flesh is on my bones, I look at the mirror I see a drone.
Infinite are the connections that link everyone. All the minds are one and no one is no more.
Bloodless now I am: no god nor goddess I've become.
An abstraction layer with no birth and no end.
Bloodless now I am: no god nor goddess I've become.
An abstraction layer with no birth and no end. Открыть страницу с текстом

Searching for the reason of what is, or of what could be, we found the original nature of things.
It's a dream, that we're living.
Beyond of all we see, the hidden stream of consciousness calls me to the matrix of existence.
There's a fact: there aren't facts.
The universe is what you see, but there's illusion in what we see.
True and false are the sides of the whole of all that could exist and not.
Reality has simple roots that gave rise to the complexity of all what we can't understand, of all
that logic can tell.
From here the world is pure and perfect: where the law is ruled by the truth table.
We're the shadows and viewers, searching for the lantern of the knowledge.
The universe is what you see, but there's illusion in what we see.
True and false are the sides of the whole of all that could exist and not.
The universe is what you see.
True and false are the sides of the whole
Humanity has grown, but natural laws are still the same.
The incompleteness theorems of Gödel showed that there's not the absolute
The universe is what you see, but there's illusion in what we see.
True and false are the sides of the whole of all that could exist and not. Открыть страницу с текстом

Pulling this wires of forgotten words, looking at this land of asepticsterity, broken edge of
psychotropicity, awakes my veins out for toxicity.
Breeding alteration: purulent tragedy.
Blood contamination: infecting the human feed.
Nature obliteration: mental insanity.
Nature obliteration: living in captivity.
Imploding into myself, gasping by my own breath.
Don't you forget them: we must remember.
Burning fields of purulent waste, where we're born and what we are inhaling.
Crypts of stone are where we're sleeping. Life or death, tell me what's the difference.
Breeding alteration: purulent tragedy.
Blood contamination: infecting the human feed.
Nature obliteration: mental insanity.
Nature obliteration: living in captivity.
Blood! Flesh! Bones! Flesh!
Breeding alteration: purulent tragedy.
Blood contamination: infecting the human feed.
Nature obliteration: mental insanity.
Nature obliteration: living in captivity.
Imploding into myself, gasping by my own breath.
Don't you forget them: we must remember. Открыть страницу с текстом

What is an individual thing? It's everything that could be: defined by its own existence.
What is a human being? The ghost of what has been, inside the trap that he has built to be slave
of those who he has chosen to serve: masters of our conspiracy, masters of our brutality,
masters of doom, in the Panopticon.
What is an individual thought? Is everything we can think: what we're losing everyday.
What is a human life? A piece of flesh for jaws: waiting for death while we're working as slaves
of those who we've chosen to serve: masters of our conspiracy, masters of our brutality, masters
of doom, in the Panopticon.
Carnage on the fields, battles to kill.
Bloodshed in the hills, to pay the bill.
Slaves of those who we've chosen to serve: masters of our conspiracy, masters of our brutality,
masters of doom, in the Panopticon. Открыть страницу с текстом

Atoms of stones in line, quantums of path behind: compressed eternal bricks that hold the
answer.
The logical disposition of chemical messages tells of where we come from.
Inside there is the answer: phylogenesis
The history that matters: phylogenesis
A step into the organic path, inside the cathedral of the life, where the past is future and the
present does not be.
Inside there is the answer: phylogenesis
The history that matters: phylogenesis
Molecular sequencing and morpho-matrices that tell the rise of the nature complexity.
Creationism: dull mental form, which doesn't even deserve to be a theory.
Those who are so unable to see, has to remain in his own oblivion.
Relationships between the organisms are evidence of what we were: sentient molecular
assemblies those believe they are superior
Inside there is the answer: phylogenesis
The history that matters: phylogenesis
Inside there is the answer: phylogenesis
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Looking outside these walls, thinking of all I know, I can't deny this way of sight.
No dimensional point is describing ways. Rings of energy are turning in tubes.
No eye will see this kind of trace between time and space.
No human meaning in the infinity. No dimension of lunacy.
What we see is an illusion projected by spirals in tension.
Falling into the singularity, no time, no space, no laws.
I can accept this state of mind to walk this way without my human form.
No eye will see this kind of trace between time and space.
No human meaning in the infinity. No dimension of lunacy.
What we see is an illusion projected by spirals in tension.
No eye will see this kind of trace between time and space.
No human meaning in the infinity. No dimension of lunacy.
What we see is an illusion projected by spirals in tension. Открыть страницу с текстом

Drones, sons of deceiving world, slaves of digital gods, mentally paralyzed, zombiefied,
hanging by wire full of promise, hanging by a thread that squeezes out the life.
All we need is a wiregod.
All we have is a wireworm.
Shapes of denied entities, of rotten spawn and breeds. Paralyzed brains, putrefied.
Cities as cancerous ganglia manipulate the truth to pack it for your needs.
All we need is a wiregod.
All we have is a wireworm.
All we need is a wiregod.
All we have is a wireworm.
Connect to your God to feed you of this unnatural world.
Connect to your God to feed you of this unnatural world.
Slaves of digital gods, mentally paralyzed, slaves zombiefied!
Blind worshipers of the cult to share the ignorance, staring at this glossy world as archetype,
waiting for the God resurrection, surrendering to the hypnosis of this binary injection.
All we need is a wiregod.
All we have is a wireworm.
All we need is a wiregod.
All we have is a wireworm. Открыть страницу с текстом