Psyklon Aeon

Congregation unity; faint as your ideology

Concentrate all in sterility

Morals runs riot in an endless variety

Of fragmentary post-solidarity

Never share the effort, symmetry in lines

Will the Providence ever grace you from all the lies?

Dishonour any corruption, favour only redemption

Voluntary subordination, engage in contemplation

You base it all on hierarchy

No wonder it'll turn into fucking anarchy

Detachment of continuity

Revolving around an ever growing susceptibility

Heading towards the Psyklon-Aeon

The last analysis will forever be perishable

That's how we would execute any cosmological society

On behalf of further reliability

This is all what your life is worth

You better pray it'll be short