Besedila:
System Divide The Conscious Sedation

One thought that changes it all The decisions that fail, judgement unread Progress unseen, muted caution Risks are taken by the hands that bind That

chains Words are written and voices are heard Big empty gestures, yet nothing turns This is the epitomy of mankind The height of consciousness Breaking

unreachable Blurring the line, all decency denied Hear the tongues of blackened silver As your golden bonds start to break I won't let you be divided

confrontation will be The end of your vow of silence Finally we are the ill fated, we are sedated We are the ill fated Consciously sedated We are the

Behind closed doors fear is present Preventing man from speaking his mind Whisper simple words and then apologize Evade the truth that's in front of

Dazed of effort Formless, emotionless and flawed We crawl back into the dark Of a cold comfort, yet again we are withdrawn We stand in line Approaching