You always thought that reality is what you see
 You meant to feel that your sense was totally free
 No sick illusion, no false institution
 No dream to hold on, just the pure retronomicon

 You never realised that life can be the perfect drug
 An imaginary colour screen, created without overdub
 Of how to think and (of) how to act
 How to develop & of what you might expect

 Activating - the bleak seed of chaotic coil
 Disintegrating - philosophy about godless turmoil
 Degenerating - the lonesome frequency of life
 Recapitating - the little jewel of entity derived

 I'm giving insight to the conflict relation
 Between your desires & thought-strantulation
 You try to build up your own definition
 By pretending a world without recognition
 Gift & poison can be the same
 Intoxicate your mind & drown yourself in vain

 You never tried to explore your mental range of will
 Instead you chose to freeze intentions poisoned still
 Without your own believe, fucked-up initiative
 Without identity, just crap-banality

 You always live for the moment next to come
 Don't waste a thought on things that could be done
 No more perspective, grotesque & distinctive
 Contradictions analysed, built up & pulverised

 Wake up, it's your decline!
 Relieve from now, realise that it's time
 To break it up, find a new direction
 I'm gonna shroud you in fog, give you a new interpretation

 To complete your downfall...