Shadow play fantasy. Society on the brink of ruin. The ornate puppets snap their delicate strings. Bleed the soul of the mindless machine. Shadow play reality. A monument built with blood and flesh. The cognizant masses need their opiate milk and myrrh their daily bread. Freedom fighter—freedom’s captor Heed the piper, lethal viper Civilization Zero—poison for the chosen Ash to ash, dust to dust, what is flesh if it loses its soul? Watch you split the sheltering womb, wandering ghosts have no home Are we (still) born again? Where was I when then earth froze in blood and fire? Where were you when the flames lashed out and reached even higher? How I miss the oblivion’s kiss. How I wish the bullet would not miss. How I watch it all burn down. Building blocks—crumbling down How I scrub at scarlet stains How I crave for the whip’s caress How I confess all my immaculate sins. Memories chained in the catacombs of flesh. Freedom fighter—freedom’s captor Heed the piper, lethal viper We die a little to live. Are we (still) born again? We live a little to die again. Are we (still) born again?