Growing technology Fooling technology Killing technology Use the killing technology How can I destroy the enemy? Security plans are not easy to find That's my generation
of emotions denied Enraged by years of silencing An accumulation of feelings suppressed Returning to devour Bright rays of chaos Generated by subconsciousness
got that gangster gangster shit we got that murder murder shit you talk that gangster gangster shit we live that murder murder shit [Ill Bill] without order nothing exists, without chaos
will narrate to tne next generation You will speak for their victory You will scream for the winter Oh! King of the kings, Emperor of chaos, dark Lord
Ha empezado todo, era tu capricho Yo no me fiaba, era solo sexo Mas que es el sexo, una actitud, como el arte en general Asi lo he comprendido, estoy
Reach beyond the constellations A movement towards the monumental Universal secrets - The cosmic error Sculptured by those dying generations ...I drank
why impose our madness on future generations? Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that there will be future generations? In your passive acceptance
of us are related to the illness passed down From gene pools of relatives So if your uncle's crazy I'm saying' there ain't no telling If it skips a generation
art pieces of painting he left several books where the passion of Blake meets Nietzsce he's harshness. "Fractal Light" The lyric is a necessarily very general and simplified take on Chaos
pains of a failed generation I longed for the death of the sun Another glorious revelation Destiny's plan for ruin I danced with the shadows In tranquil chaos
's no reason to have a friend or two now 'Cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feel in a few vow's Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, I'mma do
clear things here One generation follows another But something in my head says Keep going don't give up Cold sweat running down my back I don't fear the chaos
There's a silent chaos I'm waiting for disorder but it's already here It's accelerating Struck by surprise, now I see it clear An on going crisis The
open his eyes Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop Nigga standin' there just like a cop Braveheart I'm screamin' up the block Now the soldier, cadet, general
the hammer slams Atmosphere in chaos - Life extracted Evidence of death tolls - Choked in blinding fury Ruthless assault - Generations destroyed People
reach beyond the constellations a movement towards the monumental universal secrets - the cosmic error sculptured by those dying generations ...I drank
Incinerating hope of generations to come Harvesting the unfertile seed, destruction isn't what we need See the inauspicious coming, fear the infernal chaos
mankinds Ultimate defeat Death and decay rise from the soil Spawned by the blood of men From beneath the seas they return Fron their ancient slumber "Harbingers of chaos