[Intro] Threshold... (no entry) No one passes without his stamp... The ego is still here... It judges. [Verse 1] It rises from too deep... Images without a master... Messages without permission... And he, planted on the threshold, little king of the bottleneck, filters, censors, dresses, kills... (slaughter) Every fragment of the unconscious must pass under his twisted gaze... He says "yes" to what feeds him... He says "no" to what unmasks him... He calls that lucidity... It is guarding. [Pre-chorus] He is not the source... He is the door... And the door mistakes itself for the temple... (false idol) [Chorus] Gatekeeper... Standing on the threshold... He judges every message that emerges from lower than him... He dresses the image... He imprisons the cry... He believes himself the center because he holds the key of what you cannot say... [Verse 2] You think you are thinking... It is he who sorts... A dream too true? Rejected... A figure too naked? Dressed up... A truth too vast? Reduced to morals... The guardian protects his post, not the truth... Without judgment, no more "I"... So he judges again... Again... (Again...) [Pre-Chorus] Until the elsewhere becomes a bearable narrative and you call that yourself... [Chorus] Gatekeeper... Standing on the threshold... He judges every message that emerges from lower than him... He dresses the image... He imprisons the cry... He believes himself the center because he holds the key of what you cannot say... [Bridge] Words are his grid... Images come from elsewhere... He stays on the threshold and condemns what he cannot carry... Every "I understand" is already a confiscation... [Breakdown] Who named you sentinel? (who?) Who gave you the right to filter the abyss? You are not the king... You are the bouncer of a house that does not belong to you... [Final chorus] Gatekeeper... Standing on the threshold... He judges... He dresses... He imprisons... He believes himself the middle of everything because he guards what man will never grasp with words... The unconscious descends... He stays at the door... And you inhabit his prison believing you inhabit your head... [Outro] Open up... (let it down) He is afraid... That is why he judges...
