Without space nor time
Where there wasn't light
There was a bright mind with magic hands
A fabulous project
A mock up plan
To put his genius on it stand the expense
The appearance of the most incredible thing, life … creation
Creation was the purpose prone to deviate through physical deconstruction
And so it goes success it shows?
The human turn of mind is beyond repair
Injury in his work
Now the architect can`t balance the equation
As our cycle goes we take for granted
Going on towards development
From the toolbox beings
Were given senses reaction
Faculties and feelings containing the fault
Some twisted the feelings
Into artillery
Focused on the self profit encountering greed
They were consigned all they needed to outlive, this course
So simple was the sequence to walk this story now full of thorns
Unbalanced ……… architect
Reasoning is the missing keyword lacking in humans
As an aftermath we´ve got selfishness that drives us straight to jump off the edge
La humanidad pone el mundo en un hilo
¿El progreso estancado
empujarnos hacia la muerte?
Nos convertimos en un parásito
Creemos que siempre prevaleceremos
Así que chupamos como una sanguijuela
Estamos mordiendo la mano que nos alimenta
Debemos reparar lo que está mal
Ahora es hora de retirarse
El comportamiento nocivo que tenemos
Cientos de años han pasado de las cavernas
A la modernidad todavía salvajismo nos maneja
Ya no somos capaces de resolver la civilización
Nuestras diferencias sin derramar nuestra sangre
Todos estamos disparando para matar. Es un juego sangriento
donde la barbarie nos lleva el ingenio
y el efecto inminente nos ha mostrado
cuánto éxito hasta ahora hemos conseguido
a default in the process of creation
takes it to its demolition
the end noses around among the population
whose will would culminate the show
no admiration point is made anymore when its structure caves in
led by the most intelligent kind paradoxical it turns
El giro de la mente humana está más allá de la reparación
Lesión en su trabajo
Ahora el arquitecto no puede equilibrar la ecuación
A medida que avanza nuestro ciclo damos por sentado
¡Bomba de tiempo de perfección retorcida!