(spoken word of a transparent humanoid)nnnnplanet below my feet bleeds black gold,nnto fuel up the corporate machinesnnand as i inhale the fumes of those devices,nnthe image of the planet sickens mennnni exhale sickness, terror and paranoiannbreath infects you if you weren't already infectednnnn(the initiation)nnsteel pillars in the form of a churchnnthe new planet stands proud facing awaynnfrom mannnmale and female,nnswallow: the thick oil pouring from mennand the c-4 bread on your numb tonguennnn(the cycle)nnit goes even deeper than beneathnnthe core of this planetnnit is in our individual thought patternsnnhow can we ever stop those machines fromnnpenetrating our precious, corrupted soil,nnrefuelling the black blood?nnnn(the image)nnas you take your place within the congregationnnhide your face behind your both handsnnfrom the mirror of your own handsnnstares an alien to life itself,nnboth, you and mennyou and mennyou and mennyou and mennnn(the dogma)nnsuffocated breath of a transparent ghostnnsickens you and me. making us invisiblennit's your own choice of freedom to choosennwe can penetrate everything and anyone,nnbut we can't make it happen, 'cause our image,nnthe truth in flesh can not be seennnnn(the initiation)nnsteel pillars in the form of a churchnnthe new planet stands proud facing awaynnfrom mannnmale and female,nnswallow: the thick oil pouring from mennand the c-4 bread on your numb tonguennnn(the cycle)nnit goes even deeper than beneathnnthe core of this planetnnit is in our individual thought patternsnnhow can we ever stop those machines fromnnpenetrating our precious, corrupted soil,nnrefuelling the black blood?