Dreamsectary Restless and full of hell You've received the sun Where the holy mother machine Caresses you incestuously Sucking her cancerous breast You drank the life... of others That you called dreams [Chorus I:] Among plastic messiahs Behind fake true love Between masters with feet of clay Beneath this hunger you've got Cross now your grey empire On your desolated chariot With the armour of gods To protect your insignificance Hypnotic lucidity Freezes the blood on your wires To learn the electric movements Of the sacred heart-engine Betraying and leaving Those nailed children of thought By this self-catalepsy Their wings, flesh and bones Became your throne Your dream sectary is symmetric to what I still love But there's a difference you don't know Between dusk and dawn Because plastic messiahs Or fake true loves Or masters with feet of clay Can't calm this hunger you've got.