Raping of time, selling of souls The choices made are burning holes through the fine line of truth
Bare threshing floor, hope has run empty Feeding on the masses ever so discreetly
Corruption of the mind so painfully delightful Till the bitter cold winds of change in seasons blow
When the hammer falls and you're alone and naked Justice has it's turn to show you where you stand
Just payin' dues to an endless deception Finding the rules change daily progressive correction
No middle ground, black and white fade grey forever No solid core melted lifestyles together
Do what they, say what they, be what they tell you... automaton Hear that, believe that, they are the answer... Sellin' you automaton
You cannot justify a path that is not wise It pains me to see that betrayed smile just can't reach your eyes
When will you see the price of your fame? Look past your finite eyes to Him who calls your name
Executive empires built on creative lies Visions of grandeur on a canvas of pain
The Author comes closer to ending the story Even tomorrow feeding on the fair glory
Do what they feel, what they say, what they tell you... automaton Hear that, believe that, they are the answer... Sellin' you automatonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
