It's your mistake. . We're here to be and the ones to succeed. No need for you to tell us how to be. Can't seem to find your reasons why. You tell us lies and think you're wise.
After the smoke clears. And the pain subsides. . Will there never be an end?. . Lying on the pavement. Looking at the sky. . Will there never be an end?.
Become. Become. . We've cut in, cut out. The face of man. Cut in, cut out. The face of. . Time has given us no reason to live. Look to the future and you will see nothing.
Written & composed by Andy Janssens & Kate Ryan. . Hailstorms covering the morning sky. Your ambiguous words floating through my mind. Your heart is burning but you hide the love inside.
Caught beneath visions of hatred. Drowning fast in sounds of silence. Caught between divisions of hate. Can't breathe under this weight of existence. .
"Hope is threatened.... Scarcity, Distortion.... What is relevant?.... Social industrial machines.... A future by design!". . Obedience to higher arcane.
Lies are all that we hear. Death your undertones of fear. Lies are what causes fear. Death you and all that I hear. . This in your eyes. So clear your eyes.
One nation, one nation of Gods. Divided by faith, nation divided by faith. Witness deliberate war of attrition. Witness deliberate war of attrition. .
We we we we we we we. We are the new breed. We are the future. We are the new breed. We are the future. We are the new breed. We are the future. We are the new breed.
(There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious,. makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part!. You can't even passively take part!.
Written & composed by Kate Ryan. . I don't know how far I can see. 'cause it's all blue water streaming towards me. The sun needs to shine normally. but it's all grey rain.
Written and composed by Peter Kingsbury. . If I laid down my love - To come to your defense. Would you worry for me - With a pain in your chest ?. . Could I rely on your faith to be strong.
The say the world was coming to an end.... Well... It was by our own hand.. Turned out the world kept turning, only we ended.. All the evidence was there....
Try!. . All that is dead around me. Lifeless in the wake of catastrophe. Burning in my mind, I am not deceived. Judgment into my own mortality. . Now that the soul is free.
The machine is now alive. To wreck havoc in your lives. There's no use to hold me back. I am ready to attack. . I am a criminal. I am a criminal. I am a criminal.
This ever changing world, ever changing me. But feels new pathways for my soul to see. It lights so bright, so bright in your eyes. Casting off the shadows that darken your mind.
Compressed youthful voices. Suffer age. Below John's floors. Spoilage. . Lingering death. Gagging your fears. Dead in horror. Grizzly facial stare. . Unbelievable atrocity.
Strain, strain, strain, you can resist the. Strain, strain, strain, you can resist the. . A gun in hand can make you believe. In everything that's meant to deceive.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Kate Ryan & Steven Tracey. . Now I don't need nobody's persuasion. To get this party off of the ground.
Like the knife into my back,. Cold hate within my spine,. Freezing my nerves,. This slow death consumes my mind,. Shock waves through my soul,. Compounding my fears,.