Dead silence so thick that 

every word makes enormous noise 

Immaculate able to penetrate 

My thoughts the stream of consciousness 



Their mystery 

Obscure as much as their sins 

I'm here to know the truth 

So let the trip begin 



My power is the result of common people's ignorance 

Hidden behind the ancient rules 

My old twisted body expresses perseverance 

Great knowledge heightens courage 

But I can't escape from my hermitage 

I'm just a tool in the hands of god 

His will but my tears sweat and blood 



Free of supremacy plunged into secret codes and formulas 

With geometrical harmony 

I sketch thin line between my faith and your trust 



Conspiracy 

I'm cursed for all I see 

My dignity 

Raised monuments that will last for centuries 



No more humility 

Replace me if you think you could understand my visions 

Stay away I create chaos with a surgical precision 



My mystery 

Obscure as much as my sins 

I made the most of the chance 

So I leave you my inheritance