They miss its signals And suffer for it, But their heads still Lean in its direction In fiendish pursuit Of the iron cornucopia...
Finally, I stood next to it, Then looked inside of it The only version of it, The final version of it
I pressed my face to look inside... I watched it spit and mark others. Turn them around Some turning toward each other Some facing away from one another... Some made to fight, Others made to wander
Now we're all deformed Our faces burned by its iron circle Iron cornucopia: Driven by a sinister power Iron cornucopia:
Coated in something new, A glowing timeline of death Capability that can only come, From inside the iron circle...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
