Madhouse

Growing like a gaze in the distance
Our reputation begins to crumble

Find a way out, before it's too late
Every step this far was a mistake well made
Haste is the mother of failure, it wants to see you sunk
The sores close and the seconds go backward

Discretion is not in my being
When the sun disappears I can start to live

In this plane you are in revolt, your cry is worthless
The righteous yokes of this veiled apostolic plot a trap
A broken map
There are few things as dangerous as a self without doubt

If pain is the absence of pleasure, no I will not feel it

No, Before you catch this ghost
Count how many years are left on your fingers
The theater has been destroyed
The curtain can no longer be lowered

Find a way out, before it's too late
The seasons breaks and the lies grows like trees
We are all going nowhere
And no place can come against us

How it has kept us away from the bitter side
Keeping us in the best version
How it has made us better, making us die
Digging our old bodies very deep

All creation is a message
No shadow of shame will darken our faces
We will no longer be jacks of all trades and masters of none
Because We have something to compensate
For our crooked fingers and our defects
The greatness of the fallen will be the defeat of his own

There were more crazy people in the army than in the asylums
Now We can only wait for the one
Who pushes the button to bring peace
To leave rest, to have grace for our fields

I see how the mountains melt like wax

Find a way out, before it's too late
The seasons breaks and the lies grows like trees
We are all going nowhere
And no place can come against us

How it has kept us away from the bitter side
Keeping us in the best version
How it has made us better, making us die
Digging our old bodies very deep

Now We are free in a sea of dead fish
Our ears burst when listening to ourselves
Accumulating knowledge
We have filled ourselves with pain
Now We only have to wait to harvest
What We have planted with each mistake