O/Outergods/Tangled In The Cogs Of The Nightmare Machine
The great machine So bright, so clean But from the inside it's covered in rust The toxic fumes that start to exude Will fill our lungs with a poisonous smoke The tearing of skin The grinding of bones The panicked screams The hand that is trapped The great machine So bright, so clean But from the inside it's covered in rust The tearing of skin The grinding of bones The panicked screams The hand that is trapped The tearing of skin The grinding of bones The panicked screams The hand that is trapped We are nothing but slaves inside a system where we're all so easily replaced Nothing but drones We're caught in the cogs Our hands trapped as we choke on the toxic smog All hail the machine So bright and so clean Its beauty is subjective depending where you lean From above it looks slick and works like a dream From below it is a nightmare with horrors obscene The tearing of skin The grinding of bones The panicked screams The hand that is trappedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
