All the acid tongues get to breathe It's in the lines they weave, but not me So push the pacifist in the ring And watch the cuel display
This is not Utopia, this is a sentence
Isolation, medication Alienation, freak out Hold on to the dream And push the truth away
Lower your defences And you're just a piece of meat Searching for communion in the likes That I have never seen Egos, they rise in the air Godlike in motion, they levitate Oh, they invite you to play, drag you from grace
Among the whores, among the thieves I serve godless machines
Domination, violation Molestation, freak outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.