Exorcism to Chaos

No time to be religious
No space for individual research
No time to be religious
Disclose your cervical case
And see enlightened reality is more obscure than a solar eclipse
Don't barricade yourself in your cocoon of selfishness.

Come out from your comfortable crypt
From your precious temple
From your private ritual room
Perfumed with rare spiritual oils.

Keep control of your blood, be conscious of your fragile consistence
And realize others' presence is stronger then your fear
Let your conscience overcome the boundaries of convention
And give your mind a rest on this absurd state of entropy
Contaminated by the vulgar dirt, infected by the morbid plague
Let your individual prayer become a collective exorcism to chaos.
Open your gangrenous eyes
And see terrible terror everywhere.