In deepest part of our mentality Consciousness is hiding behind The past made by future creating Perfect world in disdain time I'm looking round myself There's a structure of time And there is no passion life Hunted shapes pervade our jealous palms Disdained point of view Game out of your predicted mind The ritual we've made Without knowing the reason why Blinded - by stolen passion We are - and appear to be Burned - by sacrificial madness Ritual - feeds our envy destiny We are searching our land In dimension made by peayers It's the never-ending silent wisp Which we cannot even learn For the absences of our dreams We are claming all the gods That's the ritual we've made Withour knowing reason why Blinded - by stolen passion We are - and appear to be Burned - by sacrificial madness Ritual - feeds our envy destiny We still in lonely journey Waiting in frozen time Searching place where we belong Lost in dreams made by past I'm searching around myself In a structure of my time And I see one passion life Haunted shape in distain palms