Twilight Of The Idols - The Red Death

Hope for the hopeless

Nature robbed blind

Rendered powerless

To make way for

An idea of the all powerful

To say nothing exists

Exploiting the narrow limitations of human reason

To create dependence

By the belief of

Your immaculate machine

Never breathed life into me

Subject habits

The idea of movement

A psychological habit

In anticipation

Subject habits

The idea of movement

A psychological habit

In anticipation

Giving me the illusion

Of consciousness

Hope for the hopeless