Lyrics Poema Arcanus

Poema Arcanus

Dreamsectary

Restless and full of hell

You've received the sun

Where the holy mother machine

Caresses you incestuously

Sucking her cancerous breast

You drank the life... of others

That you called dreams

Chorus I:

Among plastic messiahs

Behind fake true love

Between masters with feet of clay

Beneath this hunger you've got

Cross now your grey empire

On your desolated chariot

With the armour of gods

To protect your insignificance

Hypnotic lucidity

Freezes the blood on your wires

To learn the electric movements

Of the sacred heart-engine

Betraying and leaving

Those nailed children of thought

By this self-catalepsy

Their wings, flesh and bones

Became your throne

Your dream sectary is symmetric to what I still love

But there's a difference you don't know

Between dusk and dawn

Because plastic messiahs

Or fake true loves

Or masters with feet of clay

Can't calm this hunger you've got.