| Song | Shatter The Wisdom |
| Artist | Neuraxis |
| Album | Live Progression |
| 作曲 : McKinnon, Milley, Neuraxis | |
| A terrible racket makes me suffer, like a fanfare | |
| Marching throughout my head, booming so loud my soul has become deaf... | |
| Nevertheless, reality stands firm, but a very strange conceptual world | |
| Occurs inside this mad, distorted ode | |
| Behind my eyes, comes the ludicrous crowd, full of movie makers' imagery | |
| So forth i am, so forth i dream | |
| Frenzied and rushed unceasingly | |
| Drawn by the wizard's patterns | |
| My mind is no longer my own | |
| Above those hard-packed illusions, bright with pictures, that shall kill the wise's vigour | |
| Is spoiled a great generation | |
| Mankind has lost its mind, and therewith the arable ground, the vast field, the great | |
| Which the scholars own | |
| Cursed species - humans | |
| Can you imagine? | |
| What shall save you, once the intelligence | |
| Will become speechless? | |
| Locked into silence? | |
| When you will remain a fabric's device | |
| Old majesty, deprived from her kingdom, her memory will never carry on | |
| There goes the orb of a system | |
| Ones, adorn with a sad eden, and others tried to make it perfect |
| zuò qǔ : McKinnon, Milley, Neuraxis | |
| A terrible racket makes me suffer, like a fanfare | |
| Marching throughout my head, booming so loud my soul has become deaf... | |
| Nevertheless, reality stands firm, but a very strange conceptual world | |
| Occurs inside this mad, distorted ode | |
| Behind my eyes, comes the ludicrous crowd, full of movie makers' imagery | |
| So forth i am, so forth i dream | |
| Frenzied and rushed unceasingly | |
| Drawn by the wizard' s patterns | |
| My mind is no longer my own | |
| Above those hardpacked illusions, bright with pictures, that shall kill the wise' s vigour | |
| Is spoiled a great generation | |
| Mankind has lost its mind, and therewith the arable ground, the vast field, the great | |
| Which the scholars own | |
| Cursed species humans | |
| Can you imagine? | |
| What shall save you, once the intelligence | |
| Will become speechless? | |
| Locked into silence? | |
| When you will remain a fabric' s device | |
| Old majesty, deprived from her kingdom, her memory will never carry on | |
| There goes the orb of a system | |
| Ones, adorn with a sad eden, and others tried to make it perfect |