[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! Pa**ed down as pride, an inescapable animal duty (Possess, procreate) Do fornicate! [Solo: Mat]