Out of this cage
Out of this role of the future survivor
"Today the aim of your living
dont care of your seeds
the sowing is over
Theyre advertising, stamping apathy - an inner built of machinery
[Chorus:] A machine within an engine of desperation
They made me suffer, they made me ill
This seed - last of the plants without virus of hate-plague
How to put it, where to and when?
The soil is infected
Theyre fertilizing the ground with apathy - an inner built of machinery
[Chorus] Ill of this desolation
Only I have those sparkling dreams?
Only I have those thoughts?
Strobe light visions- ones and zeros again and again
Every time I think of my seed it burns the freezing cold
The sowing is over, the harvest is on
[Chorus] The machine within - the harvesters on
The machine within - the harvest is on
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
