Cauldron Of Spells

Recluse i hide myself in the forest
Because i don't follow the same way as them
Because i'm a kind of monster, different inside
Their rules and beliefs doesn't satisfy me
Alone with myself and i
To the forest i go
Fresh wind, surrounded by mother nature
Daytime looks like a paradise
Night time, feels like a thrill
...we create all of these stories ourselves
This planet still got many riddles
Opium of people, these gods of tv, these new stars
This delicious brainwashing...
Noises and wind change, as sounds around
All different, just like me
I want to desecrate this, it desensitize me
What i see in this society
When they obliterate and then dominate
Their way through power and mass control
Holy scripts, verses of chaos into manipulated hands
Satanic signs, reverse of this cross of torture, won't guide me
Holy scripts, verses of chaos into manipulated hands
Satanic signs, reverse of this cross of torture, won't guide me
I don't belong to both of them, i don't feel pitiful without following
A flock of sheep, i don't feel lost without one of your books
I'll built my army, they will seep out and wade to this place
I use my cauldron, and my spells,to do it
They are here with iron jaws, ready to behead the real enemy
They'll adorn your place with blood stains,and piece of scraps for pigs
I won't come back as your queen, even as your god
I'll let you free to make yourself, if it's not too late
Alone you fear what you don't understand
Coward, you'd rather being with your sheep friends
To all of these mystery, no clear answers you got
Alone in the darkness, you're scared
...are the heroes of this modern society
Information and cultures are all open to you, sweet sheep
Move your big ass to the library, and make yourself
Don't let them make you a stupid stereotype!