Far from progress and the human race Absurd of opposites is in front of my eyes Inside a heart of flesh and muscles The essence of death is in my hands Pouring down as ancestral tribute All that is incomprehensible Is behind those doors Machines rebels slowly trudging in the dust Assonance interfaces force me to walk away The sweet oblivion of the infinite vastness By the cosmic repulsion To get close to the beating heart The quest for identity is finished Muscle cybernetic beings playing with my soul I don't want to be alone, I will not go away Everything I was looking for is in that idea The essence of death in my hands The quest for identity is finished The absurd is in front of my eyes Intervention for many held to be divine The quest for identityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
