We shall be released

Coming quite living to the abyss
where consciousness sacrified the
inmaculated souls of those who
are seeking,
I pay my Kundry´s damn
returning allways to the same dare,
waiting for the clean spaces
that only night could bring to me
dreaming, deeply sleep.
Well I´m connected to this big machine.
Misteriously, my threats on the daytime appears,
insert-coin alert maybe means no more games.
Tryng to forget, I walk the same streets
singing songs that make me free.
What was done with the innocent child?
Did anyone really advertise this to me?
Some prayers on the Bible as philosophers blow-jobs
remains like the misty sticky skies of my hometown.
The edge is not the real limit, that was for
what we´re all programmed.
Don´t you really think that you´re tuned each and
every night?
Feelin like Pacman, Mario, or what even could we be,
Should we love each other? Yeah, we shall be released.