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In the light of the factories
It is the decline that is taking shape
Measure the distances of these tears
These bricks, one after one, isolate these beings
Measure the fall of the 'Architect.
In this refuge of the spirit
He counts the hours and desires to leave
The ink of his veins traces the line of flight
His soul drowns in the calculations
The equation of despair
Resonates between these cold walls
Do you measure their loneliness
In this new perspective
This straitjacket holds back the dark city
Contain these conforming souls
To the plan of alienation
And you draw a page with your blood
Escape, slave of time
From this maze of the mind
br/>No, get away, slave of time
From this maze of the mind
In the light of the factories
It is the decline that is taking shape
Measure the distance from these tears.