Lyrics:

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