Mass-Placebo-Shadowcast

So here＇s another senseless story Without exit or hope and without any glory Come along and I will pull you down To the center of redemption or the toxic crown Tell me what you are waiting for and tell me what you are crying for This is - where we are from, this is - where we belong There are things you might ignore and there are things you might explore Entering the welkin＇ dying puppet throne You keep on asking, you keep on yearning for more You keep on talking and there are things for you to score You get another chance, within your stupid trance Surrounding is the interface, searching for some outer grace The toxic command, the inner remnant There is nothing left for you to self-refrain Come on take it to another end - the freedom of our blend Come on take it somehow higher now - and you will understand It＇s an illusion of a dying plan - the failure to expand Cause you keep on trembling - the way you＇ll find an end The mass-placebo Use your senses, rely on expenses Pattern chain moving and arpeggio grooving Killing joke or silent moving Infinity, reality, what are they doing? It＇s a newly spinning universe, the center of some blind remorse Will the future plead for love/hate as seed World＇s a hateful spinning course, just try to find your war-resource Down on your knees - a fictive bet you＇ll need