What a brave world, where wholeness is hidden
Under our diligent feet.
And it remains hidden because mankind flies high towards
regressive fields.

With our wings we blind each other's eyes,
We extinguish each other's internal fires.
A relentless cult of making a difference,
An abortion of souls that long for wholeness.

The prison of joy is the guard of our prison,
A mirage to escape flawless, a shadow world of wholeness.
The soul's inner string has been tearing apart.
The un-inverse of Zeitgeist shines so dark.

The thought-sedative appetence
Of the fear-driven zeitgeist,
Is pointing a way in the wrong direction,
Makes us blind and polarized.
To discover the hopelessness
Everybody's on the way up.
And the wholeness of life deep down below
Outlives us.

A relentless cult of making a difference,
An abortion of souls that long for wholeness.

The prison of joy is the guard of our prison,
A mirage to escape flawless, a shadow world of wholeness.
The soul's inner string has been tearing apart.
The un-inverse of Zeitgeist shines so dark.

The thought-sedative appetence
Of the fear-driven zeitgeist,
Is pointing a way in the wrong direction,
Makes us blind and polarized.
To discover the hopelessness
Everybody's on the way up.
And the wholeness of life deep down below
Outlives us.