I am a man of a thousand stars
Hidden beneath my eyes,
And in the land of the dead
There is no right and wrong-

- The Perfect Harmony of Discreation -

The winds of depression sing a song,
I know that song's heart and core,
And I know that beneath the music there
  is one soul,
The music of the muse is not for the rich
  but for the poor-

The dragons must die,
Misconception will not be tolerated...
And in the aftermath the smoke opens
  upon a new revolution,
Coming to fulfill the "uberman",
The sun, our father is calling us back-

Facing up
Towards the sky,
I hear the people's soloumn cries,
No more... no remorse,
The end is so near-

This is no time for woe,
I'll give the universe armegedon 
Just one more time....
Can you imagine the perfect harmony of destruction?
Who would burn first?
What part of the sky would I carry in my heart?
In the final aeon,
In those last fleeting moments,
The spirit will find the will to carry on-


(c) Mister E. [asylum/cia]
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