Faceless Messenger

(альбом: Eye Of Providence - 2015)

Truthful words are rarely beautiful
Throw on a weak disguise
Sugarcoat them with pride
Facts remain the same
And beautiful words are rarely truthful
Tales of fiction lie on your tongue
Let the sweet poison unravel

Free to associate the bonds that we create
With pretense at stake, exceed our limits
You are the image
We are the construct
An edited society
Hollow text inside your safety net
Faceless redirected
Eyes are the window to the soul
Where no one can hear me

Isolated from within
We fail to communicate
Grasping to my social fence
Is anyone out there?
The medium has become the messenger
A distorted sense of knowledge
Intercepted meanings with no trace
Always moving towards a new direction

Free to associate the bonds that we create
With pretense at stake, exceed our limits
Explore the new dimension
Inside this generation
(Is anyone out there?)

Hollow text inside your safety net
Faceless redirected
Eyes are the window to the soul
Where no one can hear me
Isolated from within
We fail to communicate
Grasping to my social fence
Is anyone out there?