Crionics - Disconnected Minds lyrics

Into the void I pour my voids... Distilled essence of nonconformity Creation process never shall end Until we are servants of ourselves Routine... Distilled essence of nonconformity Creation process never shall end Are we standing towards Global routine? Piece of salt in eyes Thunder-sounding words of truth Stench of unknown Felt in moments of conscious independence? Transgression of environment Against fortune- tellers reigns Funeral of heredity Shall be our descent Hard to disperse Consolidated stread of human Opportunism Stand aside let it flow Poison it with sulphur Let it flow now... Transgression of environment Against fortune- tellers reigns Funeral of heredity Shall be our descent Hordes of fortune-tellers Reign old servants Rebooting minds every Sunday Disconnected minds They seem to be like one team But finally one is one Is all for one Hard to disperse Consolidated stread of human Opportunism Stand aside let it flow Poison it with sulphur Let it flow now... Every time I say they have to die