Dead silence so thick that   Every word makes enormous noise   Immaculate able to penetrate   My thoughts the stream of consciousness     Their mystery   Obscure as much as their sins   I'm here to know the truth   So let the trip begin     My power is the result of common people's ignorance   Hidden behind the ancient rules   My old twisted body expresses perseverance   Great knowledge heightens courage   But I can't escape from my hermitage   I'm just a tool in the hands of god   His will but my tears sweat and blood     Free of supremacy plunged into secret codes and formulas   With geometrical harmony   I sketch thin line between my faith and your trust     Conspiracy   I'm cursed for all I see   My dignity   Raised monuments that will last for centuries     No more humility   Replace me if you think you could understand my visions   Stay away I create chaos with a surgical precision     My mystery   Obscure as much as my sins   I made the most of the chance   So I leave you my inheritance