Dive in to the motion of the avatarnSign up to the army of the phantomnNo one's really who they say they arenThey're all impostors on the stand in witnessnnWelcome to the power of self-deceptionnHead high in the grip of holy deadlocknDon't count on the way your days are numberednListen to the wind which whips your every word awaynnWord-drunk, has the Inquisition found you?nWeight falls on your shoulders, under pressurenBlack dog in the desert heat will hound younHang on, only faith is holding us togethernnDust clouds building up on the horizonnMake way for the onslaught of the VisigothsnJoined up, all the automatic writingnSome thoughts should be spoken only in a whispernSome thoughts should be spoken only in a whispernSome thoughts should be spoken only in a whispernnTake aim on the summit of experiencenDon't say we're just making up the numbersnLay waste to the idea of an afterlifenSome thoughts should be spoken only in a whispernSome thoughts should be spoken only in a whispernSome thoughts should be spoken only in a whispernSome thoughts should be spoken only in a whispernnListen to the wind which'll whip your words awaynListen to the wind that whips your every word awaynScattered as your atoms all will be one daynSome thoughts should be uttered only in a whisper