Paroles de Ghost Engineers
Once we´re born in a cold worldAs a fiction of three gods
We are fragile unbeings
Shaped with a stigma in our blood
As we´ve searched and keep searchin´
For the sense of our lives
Strived against our nature With no chance to survive
So deceptive the silence
So mendacious is the peace
Just a few feathery moments
Promised heavenly decease
But a small inattention
In this unlysian place
An insignificant weakness
Will push our world to disgrace
Unblessed with love
Soon will be dust
If we had another minute
If we had another day
Then we might find there is a way out
Or permission to stay
We´re a failure of science
Figures written in their play
A supernatural fiction Named us IllumiNation
T he coronation of gods
Unblessed with love
Soon will be dust
If we had another minute
If we had another day
What if we´d find there is no way out
Nor permission to stay
Unblessed with love
From pseudo-gods
They invented our sorrow
They invented our tears
Maybe out of deadly boredom
They are the ghost engineers
So deceptive the silence
So mendacious is the peace
Just a few feathery moments
Promised heavenly decease
But a small inattention
In this unlysian place
An insignificant weakness
Will push our world to disgrace
Unblessed with love
Soon will be dust
If we had another minute
If we had another day
Then we might find there is a way out
Or permission to stay
We´re a failure of science
Figures written in their play
A supernatural fiction Named us IllumiNation
T he coronation of gods
Unblessed with love
Soon will be dust
If we had another minute
If we had another day
What if we´d find there is no way out
Nor permission to stay
Unblessed with love
From pseudo-gods
They invented our sorrow
They invented our tears
Maybe out of deadly boredom
They are the ghost engineers
