Temporal Glitch

Fire! Straight in the eyes of the sacred blinded Rejoice in three times, and count the lies until you find them Bear the arms, all weapons are good against the digital era Of Light, be the bearer! Of hope, be the beacon! Et caetera Nothing matter more than a handful of people showing interest in shit you*know nothing about and.. Drink the words of companies whose job is to*fake all info and they feed and there's nothing you can do about it Candlelight! I need a candlelight! To stop this fright I cannot seize with my arms! Candlelight! I need a candlelight! The sources of modern warmth have left me, who am I? Taken by the glitches of modernity, all flesh interactions are now "apprehended, punished, deleted, forbidden capitalized" Mistrustfully granted by the defunct traditions, all books of thoughts are now deleted All philosophy sources are now destroyed and replaced by the ones chosen by the masses We tried to take it up to them but world has changed so much A word can sell and be corrupt, so it's voided of meaning and has lost its touch We can try again, change it all again, but you prefer the comfort of your poisoned zone Let me tell you for once, you are wrong and I know it You will be forgotten, so rest in pieces of shit The decline of civilization will start within itself with the numbing of youth. An excellent way to decimate the intelligent, trying to rise above from the ignorant. We conquered a small amount of cosmic dust but we are incapable of ruling in peace. The fortunes of the world in a handful, nothing is meaningful, ignorance is religion. We need a new war, a decimation a fucking chainsaw, the realm of the poor Cutting the head of the ignorant, passing the torch to intelligence the worlds needs a new start and I will do my part I wish we could go back in time and change it just an inch But paradoxes would fuck up this work with a temporal glitch I gotta accept what I don't fucking respect If it's a mean to an end, I'd be ready to dissect all insects Candlelight! I need a candlelight! To stop this fright I cannot seize with my arms! Candlelight! I need a candlelight! The sources of modern warmth have left me, who am I?