Dreamsectary

Dreamsectary
 Restless and full of hell
 You've received the sun
 Where the holy mother machine
 Caresses you incestuously
 Sucking her cancerous breast
 You drank the life... of others
 That you called dreams
 [Chorus I:]
 Among plastic messiahs
 Behind fake true love
 Between masters with feet of clay
 Beneath this hunger you've got
 Cross now your grey empire
 On your desolated chariot
 With the armour of gods
 To protect your insignificance
 Hypnotic lucidity
 Freezes the blood on your wires
 To learn the electric movements
 Of the sacred heart-engine
 Betraying and leaving
 Those nailed children of thought
 By this self-catalepsy
 Their wings, flesh and bones
 Became your throne
 Your dream sectary is symmetric to what I still love
 But there's a difference you don't know
 Between dusk and dawn
 Because plastic messiahs
 Or fake true loves
 Or masters with feet of clay
 Can't calm this hunger you've got.