Eletronically satisfied, there is a mechanism Technology has advanced, but sin still the same Lies, betrayal, greed and lust Disguised in morality with cold eyes Degradation souls from so much sin Pushing away, the light in cold nights So much blood, so much fear Condition is critical, only ritual So much pain and I still remain Of form tragical victimal of ritual Absolute screams of agony, become de pleasure to the ears Your confession will be Judged, pain is salvation that consumes