- Жанр
- Дэт-метал
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- Над треком работали
- bronsun
- Альбом
- CYBERNETIC DEADER
- Текст
- Where are you now, you're not understaning,
Remembering funeral of our dreams,
So, see what you've done with all of my visions,
Demolish my world inside your pocket.
Love it, now, it is your creation,
Your own blood and your own flesh,
Now, what is your world, made changes of nothing,
Only walking and dating commands.
Is now your term?
Is now your time
To feed the machine,
Insert your own fear,
Front devils becoming
A thing realy near,
It's all for you...
To be dissapear!
Touching ground, empty desires,
Forget all you've known before,
Place so cold, add's painting blanches,
Taking off clear mind for free.
Is now your term?
Is now your time
To feed this machine,
Insert your own fear.
Front devils becoming
A thing realy near,
It's all for you...
To be dissapear!
Only calling therein somewhere,
Somewhere therein you've never been,
Miscalculated, he's so suspect,
Regular timeline of Earth lifecircles.
Give me my end,
What have I done?
Why are you
Doing this with me?
This is my hell!
Now, all alone
in own nightmare.
Made dreams completed in a casual way,
Nor bad...nor wrong...
World of another.
It has been done,
PaiN'ting the canvas.