I couldn’t tell you all the weird I’ve seen
Out on the edge of your broken dream,
A mystic place of riches unforeseen,
A fabled land of magic where a beast is bred.

Out of a damp and darkened region,
This creature came to be.
Trespassing the gold plated religion,
This demon was set free.

It rose out of a crescent moon,
With an empty smile and an eerie gloom;
Parading a thousand different faces
The lord of deception now rules the holy’s palace.

With oil money pouring on the dying soil
And with blind pilgrimage being done,
On every small part of this biosphere;
Prophets chanting… the end is near.

I couldn’t tell you all the wrong I’ve seen,
Out on the edge of your rotten dream,
A cult of inaction and acceptance,
Of liberty being raped by blind supremacy.

It’s 8.10 :P.M. in Megapolis,
A place of static pleasure and hollow bliss,
A genuine temple of the unholy
Saturated with thousands of soulless zombies

But there’s some sort of unprecedented feeling
Creeping all over the city streets,
A scent of freedom and of a coming hatching:
The once chain-bound undeads are breaking free.

I couldn’t tell you all the shit I’ve seen
Out on the edge of your fucking dream,
A filthy plague of madness you just wouldn’t believe,
A mega-masquerade I crave for you to see.