I was born to see two thousand years. Of man's effect upon the planet. Extinction seems to be a plausible risk. Whatever happens well i'm part of all this.
I was born to see two thousand years. Of man's effect upon the planet. Extinction seems to be a plausible risk. Whatever happens well i'm part of all this.
Messiah!. Messiah!. Messiah!. Messiah! Messiah! Messiah!. . Messiah!. Messiah!. Messiah!. Messiah! Messiah! Messiah!. . Forced down and forced out. Forced down and forced out.
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.
Can't take me apart. Can't take me apart. . See the light. A new day has arrived for us. Genesis of our evolution. A linchpin holds within. A means to an end.
Chosen to speak. Truth of the weak. Where is your God?. Truth has been lost. . Where is the way?. Whose life will pay?. No one is wrong. Grief is too strong.
What you feel. Are your needs. All you want. Is to be loved. . Pain!... Love!... Pain!. . But you can give. Someone else. The same love. That you want.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde & Marc Gilson. . Je plaide non coupable pour l'insolence. Que tu me reproches en cas d'urgence. Je plaide non coupable pour la distance.
Dark bodies floating in darkness. No sign of light ever given. Imprisoned in a world without a memory. Unconscious or am I conscious?. Cut from the heart I am part of.
Dark bodies floating in darkness. No sign of light ever given. Imprisoned in a world without a memory. . Unconscious, or am I conscious?. Cut from the heart I am part of.
There is no dissension when lives have been broken. Enslaved and beaten. Lies have been spoken. Pure manipulation. Whatever soul was left has been erased.
I You said you needed me. I was looking at myself. I was blind, I could not see. A boy tries hard to be a man. His mother takes him by his hand. If he stops to think he starts to cry.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Kate Ryan & Steven Tracey. . Every day I think about you. You're every ray of light that shines. . You're in my dreams.
All that you have. And you really have nothing. To show for the life that's your own. Suddenly you realize. That this world has no meaning. And you're left alone.