III Lyrics


We are born into crisis - thrown into the fire.

What defines peace?

Where is equality?

Obstacles of doubt set on our infinite path.

Elaborate hierarchies bound in slavery.

Endless struggle; no future in sight, no past to reference.

Infantile empathy, contemporary ego -

we plant gardens of daises veiled in false-hope.

No more pacifists!

Seperate

Create

Dissent

Exist