[Music: Mathieu]      "The ultimate recipe for power:   First spread the disease, then come selling the pill"      Puzzle done! The picture comes clear   And the despair comes complete   So lucidly we drown in sedation      Or else feel the pulse of one's cranium   A bruising reverence to the concrete   Feel the frequency vanish   Shedding suits, setting the actors free      Far away, feeling so lucid   Peeled the thin veil of lies   But soon arms fell down   The task, overwhelming utopia      [Solo: Mat]      Here comes Don Quixote   Charging windmills on and on   Rise and restart! Hope to overcome...      How meagre arms could have shovelled mountains?   How could meagre arms break all their chains?   Pacified (they are) with games      [Solo: Mat]      They groan under the yolk of bondage   Until life itself becomes a burden!   Restless hearts pumping ire... each one in his corner!   Passed down as pride, an inescapable animal duty   (Possess, procreate) Do fornicate!      [Solo: Mat]