| [Music: Mathieu] "The ultimate recipe for power: First spread the disease, then come selling the pill" | |
| Puzzle done! | |
| The picture comes clear | |
| And the despair comes complete | |
| So lucidly we drown in sedation | |
| Or else feel the pulse of one's cranium | |
| A bruising reverence to the concrete | |
| Feel the frequency vanish | |
| Shedding suits, setting the actors free | |
| Far away, feeling so lucid | |
| Peeled the thin veil of lies | |
| But soon arms fell down | |
| The task, overwhelming utopia [Solo: Mat] | |
| Here comes | |
| Don Quixote | |
| Charging windmills on and on | |
| Rise and restart! | |
| Hope to overcome... | |
| How meagre arms could have shovelled mountains? | |
| How could meagre arms break all their chains? | |
| Pacified (they are) with games [Solo: Mat] | |
| They groan under the yolk of bondage | |
| Until life itself becomes a burden! | |
| Restless hearts pumping ire... each one in his corner! | |
| Passed down as pride, an inescapable animal duty (Possess, procreate) | |
| Do fornicate! [Solo: Mat] |
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