We look at a world rotting under the excrement of its own forms of existence. We no longer know how to distinguish waste from life. Few luminous sources remain, those we call pure souls. They go out at once. They are polluted at once. [Aggressive Guitars solo] We traveled through dimensions and universes. We negotiated with simpler forms of life. We did not know suffering. We did not know the concept of prevarication. Then we arrived. Then we saw. Then we repented. [Aggressive, dark drum solo] Your atmosphere shines with a poisonous light. We carried knowledge, a double-edged weapon. You would have used it to annihilate yourselves. You have already done so until now. So we deny the new technologies. We close the hand. Concession denied. Involution is the only charitable punishment. Distant and forgotten, outside the plans. We traveled infinite parsecs, finding nothing in the nothing. #- Conscious self-destruction. #- No concession
