Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering  If you don't evolve you'll cease to exist as an object of recreation  The sound of silence awakens me and it feels I'm dying again  Like the creature born from the sin, I am moved by the hands of my God    The violent storm keeps raging down, to me life and death are the same  Away from the light and into enslave like the dust that must move again  I am commanded by hate without a will, as an object of recreation  Away from the dream of what will it be, let this world be drowned in it's grief    Reincarnation of a man. Distilled through a pile of dirt.  Shed a tear and let this world be drowned in it's greed.    Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering  If you don't evolve you cease to exist as an object of recreation    We slowly cease to exist as an object of recreation