Some people have a feeling they are not like others. Some are not. This man suspects that he is born without the ability to love, that he can only kill, obey and blow himself to pieces. No reason why, but a distinct feeling that someone will sooner or later tell him to, and furthermore that this will not end it, just start the cycle all over again. Was he ever born?
Born and dead, reborn restored With memories and thought installed Designed to live a thousand times, just waiting her impatiently
I am so confused, my mind seems trapped inside this artificial skin
Why am I Why am I Unlike man Without life Why am I Unlike man Without dreams I am cold rigid and remote
Flesh and bone close to perfection without mission no direction
Waiting for your fatal action Like a tool of mass destructionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
