imagine a race with most intelligence
switched on like machines
imagine a place effect of grudge
entity for discreation
imagine a face without impulse
live for cash and god
imagine this race switched for suicide
evolution of lunacy
the way of thinking
the way to the cliff
all the tears we cry
now it’s time to conclude
we can’t be the slaves of progress
what i need is a breakout is a timeout
of this dead-brain-nation
recognition is my rescue is my rescue
is my destination
your mind is the reason a horizon
of some mad ambitions
what i need is a breakout is a timeout
of this dead-brain-nation