Slave to the industry, faceless in the machine. You do not realize you're dehumanized. You cannot survive, unless you comply. I built it to break it down.
What I thought was life. Came to an end. Born into a world. I never asked for this. . I've got to get away. I've got to get away. Got to get away. I've got to get away.
Your conniving words are childishly insane. To get what you want you'll say anything. In your mind you lust to control me. You lust for control. . Mold me fold me.
Machines of hate. . Machines of hate. . Machines of hate. . Machines of hate. . I don't want to live that way. I don't want to live that way. I don't want to live that way.
Machines of hate. . Hey you, wake up. Open your swollen eyes. Erosion invades your mind. A cancer that grows over time. . Hey you, rise up. Rise to fight, eliminate.
After the smoke clears. And the flames subside. (We have been forsaken). . Subside!. . A thousand eyes were upon me. Soulless and without mind. (We have been forsaken).
Verse one. I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz. Got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz. Servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth.
Even though the rain won't stop falling. and the winds howl outside. I do not fear, for every breath I take. they're losing me. . A faint scent of summer.
Sprung from total emptiness. Inpenetratable and cold. I'm drawn into the gray. And then only darkness. . I can hear the rain again. And feel the fragrance of fall.
This is the man I was made to be.. . These bridges that are so easily broken are rebuilding themselves.. Will you meet me in the middle so I can find myself?.
Nothing less than the sound of footsteps. condensing into a shape.. Sneaking into the murky urban cafof crispy mornings.. Realized it was a mirror after hours of work. They are filth..
You left us here to watch. The celebration of a lonely heart. I still remember that day you left. So vivid in my mind. And now he sleeps in a lonely room.
Taxes raised by the union king,. A blockade in his back for the days of the wars.. - No importation and no exportation is making the nation bleed.. Yet the bailiffs demand their gold,.
I travel over high mountains. Through deep valleys and forests. Crossing great rivers. In search of the knowledge of the gods. . From far beyond place and time.
Heading into the battle. Against inferior foe.. Early morning's sea lies so silent and clear.. Let them feel a broadside. From our three decker of pride..
The mist is rising over the ocean's waves. Together we leave the shores of hell behind us to find our destination. The sun is hiding behind the horizon, leaving its realm to the endless night.