Testo di Insane Creation

I don't wanna live in your fake world. You talk with people that don't exist. Privation, guilt, for no reason. What the fuck is this conception of sin? I can't contemplate what I don't see. There's nothing to thanks for, you're just here. We all are dust of stars. "Once upon a time, an innocent young boy, He had a lot of questions about life. But inconsistent answers treated him like a toy. He couldn't believe in the man of the sky. Slowly he learned how to face the facts. That every cause has an effect. And he discovered the power of doubt." Insane Creation - my rational sense ask me: why? Desolation - and I'll march until the end, until I die! I don't wanna you saying I'm damned and I don't accept the illusion, yeah I refuse. Forgiveness, penitence - ignorance. Where is the real goal of this abuse? I can't contemplate what I don't see. There's nothing to thanks for, you're just here. We all are dust of stars. If I believe in one thing and in one thing only My diagnostic could be insanity. But if million of people believe, They will pay with money for me keep it. Some stories should not be told. Some ideas should not be sowed, When you know about weakness of mind. Insane Creation - my rational sense ask me: why? Desolation - and I'll march until the end, until I die! Insane Creation - you know, you are. Insane Creation - when you pay for that! Insane Creation projected to obey blindly the pigs of society. Insane Creation repels me to spit the arguments of the fools.