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I was born in the brain of science

Epic recognitions built a ghost of me

So many years searching grand enlightment

I am just a psychogon

My churches will burn down today

I´m just a golem lord

Some form of living clay

Save me I´m lost along the way

My gods invite me for my dying day

Save me

I´m lost along the way

I´ll be there

I´ll be there

On my dying day

So my world is a big illusion

An absurd plan of gods

To build a spectre´s universe

Nothing more than a gaol of lies surrounds me

In this architecture of a ghost

I live inside the matchbox of their brain

Like a dragonfly lost in the tide´s hurricane

Save me I´m lost along the way

I'm invited for my dying day

Save me

I´m lost along the way

I´ll be there

I´ll be there

On my dying day

I´m a lonely psychogon

I am just pretended

A shakespearian tragedy

By some gods invented

A disgraceful inhuman being

See the world on my shoulders

Save me I´m lost along the way

I´ll be there for my dying day

Save me

I´m lost along the way

I´ll be there

to be reborn ...

on my dying day