In the great decree
And the masterplan
There’s a tiny catch
For the son of man
As the key to all
And the freedom lies
In the letting go
Of our very lives

Giving up the hope
Giving up the dreams
Giving up the fear
And the ways and means
To achieve my goals
And attain the heights
That I’ve made my cage
And slip back into the night

Of the central sun
Of the central sun
In the central sun

We become the prey
Its the way we choose
To enter the hunt
With nothing to lose
And we’re not afraid
To be filled with love
To be stripped by life
And be killed by truth

I’m the voice of life
And the play of flame
I’m a pure desire
Beyond form or name
Even in the dark
Even in the void
I’m a latent spark
A future solaroid

Of the central sun

We become the prey
In the master plan
We Enter The Hunt
As the Son of Man
And the mirror cracks
Bleeding
My need
My will
My lust
My hunger for all
My faith
My dread
My guilt
My anger for all
My shame
My pride
My claim
My madness for all
My hurt
My pain
My ego insatiable
Bla bla
Bla bla
Bla bla!