Cracks exist in their rigid walls / that close us in though them dream escape / My body's turned cold on the floor. I've begun to hate those who accuse me / There's always someone who's willing to play / prisioners of a distant memory / I'm either something more or nothingless / I know not, who I am, I belong only to a name / A suposed function in this machine give my life meaning / I can only hope you would get this message / Hate! Life! Escape! Dreams! But my life expires and they toss me aside.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
