Anamorphic Lyrics

"And then there was no concrete movement
no trace of prospective (lack of the first union)
a distilled sensastion of evolution (an amorphical breed grown)
Where the life has no voice
maybe death can conquer one"

No aftermatch between what i saw
Not a radication of life
on this cancer
the lack of a solution.

Acting on scene
hide beyond themes of desperation
the nucleic form of asocilaizing
the primal deconstruction of soicety

"And then there i saw the mounstrous
tree of cement like spikes
ravaging the sky
the new technical order instead of
primordial balance."