Hexagony

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…