Anna Lexia + Dead Silence (feat LEGIONITE)

Album "4th Dimension"
2024.
Bleached shadows of ideas,
Empty minds spread like plague.
Conformity to the tribe is prime key,
But the tribe's definition lies in the empty
mind, not in the core of idea.
Void breeds void,
Epics and myths, dogma
creating the essence.
Dogmatic,
Fanatic,
Emotionally crippled,
Loud and impassioned.
In the abyss of conformity,
we drown,
Lost in the echo of empty sound.
We rage
against
the void within,
In this brutal groove, where the riot
begins.
We are drowned
We are pacified,
We lie ourselves
In In this brutal groove, where the riot
begins.
Force is hard ...when felt ...upon
oneself,
Words are empty ....without ... the action.
Heavy are the empty slogans,
when behind you lies the facade of revolt,
Controlled pawn,¹
a necessary sacrifice to the order.
In the abyss of conformity,
we drown,
Lost in the echo of empty sound.
We rage
against
the void within,
In this brutal groove, where the riot
begins.
We are drowned
We are pacified,
In the storm of truth, truth is a bloody sword,
All slogans are worthless, when colliding with reality.