Anticipated Resurrection

Everything is tentatively, everything's venallyHow disgusting & lifeless, how morbid & tastelessDying is carried out in thrusts and partsAutomatic redemption, seasons of killing artSearching the answer somewhere in nowhereGlamour is the land, where you'll never liveOut of your mind, out of endless sight15 minutes of fame is what you'd like to receiveWithin your sense, within unreachable delightI use the terror of the new to buy - emptiness in youThe quantity of nothing's what you will have to go throughEverything's a number, reduction ad absurdumStrangulation of the individual's maskThe natural person being torn to the minimumControl of thoughts, control of every taskYou're bound to empty promises and false hope so curledMan is a ware like anything else in this worldIs it water, where we will drown?Emptiness is our burden crownUnwilling to lose it allWe'll slide down the surface of thingsZero existenceShattered glass & venomous dreamsWe are starting the overture to screams