Psyklon Aeon

Congregation unity; faint as your ideology
 Concentrate all in sterility
 Morals runs riot in an endless variety
 Of fragmentary post-solidarity
 Never share the effort, symmetry in lines
 Will the Providence ever grace you from all the lies?
 Dishonour any corruption, favour only redemption
 Voluntary subordination, engage in contemplation
 You base it all on hierarchy
 No wonder it'll turn into fucking anarchy
 Detachment of continuity
 Revolving around an ever growing susceptibility
 Heading towards the Psyklon-Aeon
 The last analysis will forever be perishable
 That's how we would execute any cosmological society
 On behalf of further reliability
 This is all what your life is worth
 You better pray it'll be short