Once we sought the call of the wild Through the drudge and the dreariness The safety of bright city lights Their eternal flame in the night Away from the seething construct The gentle bars of the machine's duress Away from that industrial harmony Disassemble the cogs and the gilded wheels Now we seek shelter from the wild Deep within the construct's shade Mere shadows, we seethe in the dark Gnawing on the machine's remains Cold in spite of the last light Deep is the night Dark in spite of a myriad fires Cold is the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
