Censored Project      Refusing to see all of those infected minds   Just to feel better in your own veins   Asking yourself why and how to share all those visions   And more this nightmares of that lost humanity   Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes      Don't enter my private desires   Bad habits are ruling forever   Pushing the door of a closed reality   For the science or any other learning      Metaphor of colors   Blood red black   Altar of flesh   Razor's cuts macabre breath of creation   Remembering old deception      Censored!   Project!   Censored!   Project!      The wounds created by the flesh   Seem to be occulted by all of us   Metaphor of colors   Blood red black   Altar of flesh razor's cuts   Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes      Censored!   Project!   Censored!   Project!      Little by little truth's blood runs among us as an empty river   I'm like you making the black side   To reason and to kill the ideal lineage