Tekster: Horizon 8. State of Authority.

Welcome to the state of crowd authority
One more brick in their own foundation
Please leave your ego outside
Individual self devastation
They never need the key to pass this door
For your flooded mind is open
As the whisper turns to a roar
Injected thoughts are stigmatized in you

No one was even close to win this game
To reach the end without a blame
"Last days most times are painted grey"
I heard them say
and now they fade

It seems insane to me
I stumble on these frames
Obsessed by your beliefs
Once again

I never realized how weak we are
Infiltrated by infected seeds
Scar by scar
We are transforming to the shades of what we could be