Constant cycle of repetition. To disrupt the nature. A temple left in ruin. Declining. Relying on the hands stuck inside the mind. Adapting to the motion and a flow of being. Programmed to move the machine. Another day, another notion. To relive the past while the future collapses upon us. Die unto monotony. Forced to breathe, forced to exist. While the future collapses upon us. We are forced to surrender ourselves. Grit my teeth. Force my way through another day, but I’m so fucking sick of being. Target fixated on this depression. A fleeting life that could have been mine. Buried inside a longing to be free.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
