Hexagony - Hate

Time is a tyrant!

Life is a symphony of dust!

We’re mechanized slaves withering in torment!

Trapped in a swing of a hexagonal prism

In oblivion we’re mystified and lost…

These wild hearts run like machines

Even deeper, burning through until they die

Their song remains insane

It goes on!

Stuck in the now with no future

Our will is dead, our will is lost…

All I hear is the symphony of doom, of dust, of roar!

My name is lost, my name is found, redefined in a hexagonal prism

Omnipresence of time?

It’s a trap!

It’s a dead end!

You cannot move these rocks, you will never find a way!

Time is a trap!

Time is the eclipse of tainted lives!

Motivation comes from beyond

The storms, you’re riding the storms

Enter the faith, penetrate thy wound, penetrate…

Faith!

Faith is a weapon, a sharp blade, transgression of the laws…

Time is a tyrant!

Life is a symphony of dust!

We’re mechanized slaves withering in torment!

Trapped in a swing of a hexagonal prism

In oblivion we’re mystified and lost…

In oblivion… You have become mechanized

See the desert in front of your eyes, see the desert of life!

So cold, cold is existence…

You’re no longer born in flesh

Seven hundred and twenty degrees of hexagon…