In the great decree And the masterplan There's a tiny catch For the son of man As the key to all And the freedom lies In the letting go Of our very lives Giving up the hope Giving up the dreams Giving up the fear And the ways and means To achieve my goals And attain the heights That I've made my cage And slip back into the night Of the central sun Of the central sun In the central sun We become the prey Its the way we choose To enter the hunt With nothing to lose And we're not afraid To be filled with love To be stripped by life And be killed by truth I'm the voice of life And the play of flame I'm a pure desire Beyond form or name Even in the dark Even in the void I'm a latent spark A future solaroid Of the central sun We become the prey In the master plan We Enter The Hunt As the Son of Man And the mirror cracks Bleeding My need My will My lust My hunger for all My faith My dread My guilt My anger for all My shame My pride My claim My madness for all My hurt My pain My ego insatiable Bla bla Bla bla Bla bla!