Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whisperingnIf you don't evolve you'll cease to exist as an object of recreationnThe sound of silence awakens me and it feels I'm dying againnLike the creature born from the sin, I am moved by the hands of my GodnnThe violent storm keeps raging down, to me life and death are the samenAway from the light and into enslave like the dust that must move againnI am commanded by hate without a will, as an object of recreationnAway from the dream of what will it be, let this world be drowned in its griefnnReincarnation of a man. Distilled through a pile of dirt.nShed a tear and let this world be drowned in its greed.nnDeep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whisperingnIf you don't evolve you cease to exist as an object of recreationnnWe slowly cease to exist as an object of recreation