An inevitable cycle structures fail to stand tall upon this broken Pendulum Descend into the great fall with arms to govern and minds to crawl Beneath this frame frail and small
Grinding teeth and cracking bones Metal splinters and pins Money to dust gold into rust And everything in between will die with time
Industrial soil erosion craters fill with blood Rivers of hydraulic fluid form canyons below Filling the air with sounds cutting metal
Cranks turn and gears move Cracking the surface aged and weathered Her tears will burn the face you'll fail to recognize when she's in pain
Growing withered and tired Charred from the sun's poison Burning sight and melting our FutureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
