The new god is sown. The new god is here.
The new Atlantis emerges...
Servants of their own progress: subject or object?
Intervention of an autocratic and mercantile kingdom.
Deceived eyes again.
Like shadows...we are.
Like shadows we'll disappear.
Track Name: Simulacra
Preaching the show: setting up on shelves, as avid wanderers of a fallacious beauty.
Bodies fed existence of an “underlying”, fragmented, consumed, urged.
Born in eternally corrupt foreign soil.
Track Name: New Language
Fruition of a new "reality".
Immersed in a virtual ocean avid, in a virtual life, effectiveness wanes.
What is real? What have we become? What are we?
Bestial aurora: vigorous creation of ghosts configured under an ideal.
Hungry replicants of mendacity.
Track Name: Sandcastle
Weary characters with their mighty hearts inflated and unstable.
Alone in their crystalline dome: kings and slaves themselves.
Blind and wandering. Overwhelmed by their own limits.
Wander by their own deserts.
Die by their own desires.
The kingdom vanishes in the dream of a promised land.