Interstício
Mostomalta
Interstice
Moans of destruction imposing their false freedom
Pain is born, creating spirits of plastic and fear
Automatons annihilated by their own destiny
The heartbeat of life demands an interstice, just the space a beat needs to keep living and through it can seep the fullness of an encounter
Like great tides, they can still seep through the most fortified dams, men getting used to accepting a constant sensory onslaught
Passive attitude, true slavery, mental servitude global destruction
If the wolves infect the masses one bad day the herd turns into a horde
It's time to reverse this abandonment and this massacre The freedom within our reach is greater Restore our conviction, exercise life without pressure.
