Human pain, human fear negatives will disappear
Passive ire, tolerance heavy chains
Ignorance is the cause of the slavery of mind
Psychological violence it's my chance
On the keys of brain,
By emotion's notes,
Submit to my will you'll play
Through the pools of blood
Across the piles of dead,
Flowers will grow of escape
Rebuilt your emotions, influence your feelings,
With maniac's possession insist you on love
Distorted your subconsciousness,
changed your existence,
Trespassed your desires
Into depth of your life
Program penetrates
through the gates of the brain
Slave will be happy at the day of his death
Iridescent perspectives for the dull mankind
Perverts the destruction and begins the new life
I'm your messiah, I'm a king of your dreams,
I'm that man, who'll present you new day
Ignorance is the cause of the slavery of mind
Psychological violence it's my chance
Deathless underworld will not frighten you
And when you die - you'll laugh
Your life in my hands, consciousness in my power
Violent-makes joy - your joy!
Through the pools of blood,
Across the piles of dead
Flowers will grow of escape
Passive ire, tolerance heavy chains
Ignorance is the cause of the slavery of mind
Psychological violence it's my chance
On the keys of brain,
By emotion's notes,
Submit to my will you'll play
Through the pools of blood
Across the piles of dead,
Flowers will grow of escape
Rebuilt your emotions, influence your feelings,
With maniac's possession insist you on love
Distorted your subconsciousness,
changed your existence,
Trespassed your desires
Into depth of your life
Program penetrates
through the gates of the brain
Slave will be happy at the day of his death
Iridescent perspectives for the dull mankind
Perverts the destruction and begins the new life
I'm your messiah, I'm a king of your dreams,
I'm that man, who'll present you new day
Ignorance is the cause of the slavery of mind
Psychological violence it's my chance
Deathless underworld will not frighten you
And when you die - you'll laugh
Your life in my hands, consciousness in my power
Violent-makes joy - your joy!
Through the pools of blood,
Across the piles of dead
Flowers will grow of escape