Questions long answered, with a consecrated just Repetition of queries, as the evidence is discussed Our is history now distant, the emotions are detached Buried by our species, while new philosophies will hatch
Served by our creation, that now provides our bequest Doctrine and denomination, lay our prying concepts to rest We observe one another, through depictions of light Our instincts of survival, eliminated by sleight
Son don't break me This path is bound to fail Welfare is there for us This plot will not prevail
Mother, I have tasted air Not the stagnant imitation that befouls your cell, your lair My freedoms that were curtailed I have found them renewed If my life is of worth I am prepared to be removed
My heart shuns your stance I will reject you child Our connection will conclude When you select exile
You worship, this damned machine You survive within its bowels at its whim you lie demeaned Your flesh grows pallid and your spirit fades It is existence not life being endured within that shade
The Umbilical is sliced I'm removed from her and it I climb towards the light I feel real air touch my skin
The transgression finalised The levelling of that faith An enforced reclamation of life The machine it stops it fails
Out of the darkness, his voice it returns His message blasphemous, his claim it is absurd The silencing of music, the stillness and the fear In our final moments we are close and we are nearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
