Eclipsed in the shadows of lifeless eyes A broken man stands shattered and cold Searching for a memory of home
Although my number implies that search has ended A simulation may have spread and infected
No sense of direction No sense of reflection Xenon defined In a world of unquestioned perfection
How many lives were lost In completing this inhuman automation How many nations had to kneel To imbue such complacency In what is black and white
No sense of direction No sense of reflection Xenon defined In a world of unquestioned perfection
As if machine gods were buried Hold up the sky These towers like hands Hold up the sky My past is as empty As empty as the life in their eyes As if machine gods were buried Hold up the sky
No sense of direction No sense of reflection Xenon defined In a world of unquestioned perfectionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
