Текст: Death. Symbolic. Without Judgement.

Guilty until proven innocent
We condemn your soul and fate
Never mind the possibilities
Too busy for logic or to calculate

Take part in a diminishing breed
Where complex turns to simplicity
When pain is acknowledged
Frivolous calculations will be abolished

Without judgment what would we do?
We would be forced to look
At ourselves emerged in lost time
Assuming what may be, without judgment
Perception would increase a million times

Distracted by the imagination
That experiments with ease
If you could taste it, it might be addictive
Where life will crush those who defy

Take part in a diminishing breed
Where complex turns to simplicity
When pain is acknowledged
Frivolous calculations will be abolished

Without judgment what would we do?
We would be forced to look
At ourselves emerged in lost time
Assuming what may be, without judgment
Perception would increase a million times