Memory Breed (The Dark Ride)

Enter the realm of hypocrisy
Enter the realm of self-deceit
Enter the realm of dead kings
Enter the realm of self-torture
Enter.

Shining thrones and dead kings rule your dying brain
From fragments of memories you build your system again.

This is my dark ride
I hate you Memory Breed
Is this my real world?
I hear your anthem.

It hides you, protects you from your maddening nothingness
It's a spiral in the dark, it's horror and endless.

This is my dark ride
I hate you Memory Breed
Is this my world?
I hear your anthem.

In fear of nothing
Our life's deceit
We are the measure
The memory Breed
In fear of void
our life is greed
We are the measure
The memory breed.

Within the realm of hypocrisy
Within the realm of self-deceit
Within the realm of dead kings
Within the realm of self-torture.

"He thus consumed unthinkingly, apace
As maggots in a cheese, and warm and fed
Had time to seek adventure, poesy
In wondrous visions of his idle thought."

After thousands of years, the philosophy ends
You're still hungry, still thirsty, your seed's unsatisfied.

Your mind is a black diamond
It elevates you in death.

Our life's deceit...