At the window of the uncultured people
We meet the crumbs there
Leave it for the crows
Your ode to mediocrity
People without honor
In an era of so little
Refrain :
Is only the culprit
This innocent who yearns for the truth
Is only praiseworthy
This present in futility
Art as a memory
At the expense of the modern
Evolution under mimetic conditions
Without being reborn I would deprive myself
Of your image
An interface with a thousand faces
Refrain :
Is only the culprit
This innocent who yearns for the truth
Is only praiseworthy
This present in futility
Make me be
Just a use
Get away from me
A whole other face
Refrain :
Is only the culprit
This innocent who yearns for the truth
Is only praiseworthy
This present in futility
Is only the culprit
This innocent who yearns for the truth
Is only praiseworthy
This present in futility
You for your just forgiveness
You for your just illusion
[Guitar Solo]