Deafening Dissonant Millennium Songtext
von Human Improvement Process

Crossed hearts, stretched up
Mad if we fall into this sickening void of chaos
To self-asserting calling
To shape insanity
We, the dry grains of sand of the cure desert of life
With the written veins coiled in piercing the deafening silence
We belong to the new millennium
Swept horizons of madness
Slowly creeping through the sullen souls
We never wanted to kneel in front of this cruel fate
Eyes turned to stone
With no sign of past
We′ll travel the roads of the dead
To meet self-purifying
We are the source of the new millennium
Our future is denied


What was promised us once is just an abhorred
We are the product of the new millennium
Like serine, my footsteps buried in pavement
God, now bless us in this hollow wind
There's not a fucking word
This hollow wind
Eyes turned to stone
With no sign of past
We are drowning in our inner oceans of this
Crossed hearts, stretched up
Mad if we fall into this sickening void, void, void, void
We are the source of the new millennium
Millennium
We are closed in our last existence
Under this collection
We are the portions of the dissonant millennium