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