The sea of lies Feeds your brain Nature cries In cruel pain Put on a spell Here in paradise We create hell And tomorrow dies We are the slaves of Sin We are here preachers Madness will be our King Don't try to stop us Freedom over duty We have no other rules Enjoy the worlds raw beauty You law was made for fools The sea of lies Feeds your brain Nature cries In cruel pain Put on a spell Here in paradise We create hell And tomorrow dies We are at war with our time With history, with all authority which resides in fixed and frightened forms We are a few of millions who do not fit in Souls with no hope, no doctrine, no firm place No beginning or end No sacred and primordial site We declare war on all icons and finalities On all histories that will Chain us with our own falseness Our own pitiful fears We know only moments and endurance Existence and continuance And forms that appear with infinite strength Then melt into air We are your seducers Constructing our own world We are sensualists who worship the spirit of chaos A melody, a silhouette against the darkening sky We can not know your name Nor you can know ours Tomorrow, we begin together The destruction of our system! The sea of lies Feeds your brain Nature cries In cruel pain Put on a spell Here in paradise We create hell And tomorrow dies