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• Artiste: Vektor
• Titre: Psychotropia
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I have ended their reign of strife The land is cleansed with the ebb of the tide I give you the sands; now we must rebuild The world is ours to be shaped by our will Psychotropia An ageless utopia Psychotropia A reflection to be a Mirrored image of my reverie Our thoughts are aligned; connected by screens Imagine a world where we are the force That shapes this planet without recourse Yield from the pain in the path of resistance You’re a sheep unshorn, nothing more Believe in the gain from my path of persistence A seed unborn, nothing more In our time we have seen A new light of liberty A new dawn now unfurls We create a perfect world Revel in the consciousness Of a world in a waking-life Watch as all my hopes and dreams Materialize Balance attained through stability We must eliminate change Change is the force that brings down regimes Balance must be maintained Forward we go Psychotropia In a world that’s shaped by our minds Aspiration designs Sterilize the population The ageless have no need to procreate Genetic banks have my hand-picked genes If misfortune on someone awaits Forward we go Psychotropia In a world that’s shaped by our minds Aspiration designs We are aligned; we’ve bound our minds A new regime: what will it glean? What will we find with endless time? Unleash the hive (x3) Raze the land to construct a new beacon That will shine out from every surface We are Cygnus V.2 We dictate balance and purpose Forward we go Psychotropia In a world that’s shaped by our minds Aspiration designs In our time we have seen A new light of liberty Now we spread our cosmic law Through the skies over all Psychotropia An ageless utopia Psychotropia A reflection to be a Trudging through the heaps of waste An abstract world outside the screens we embrace The air imbues a film of scum The city’s center rises above the slums