Из альбома: Dreams
You’re erased and shaped to fit
In this world of lies
A tool that is used in their machinery
Unable to speak or think
Your world is dead
Synchronized movements
Controlled by on self-proclaimed leader
Gradually you became
A human breathing machine
They’re trying to change
Your physical appearance
Erasing your personal tracks
And your way of moving
Change your personality
To control your way
Of responding to situations
You? re a slave under their routines
You? re assamblished by them
Carved out and cleansed of Human mind and soul
I won’t fit in this world
A world of suppressed feelings
I will strike back
Not controlled by one
I am not the unborn baby
Crying in my mothers womb
Free to fit in any system
My sense of feelings until I die
I’m not forced
To live in the pale
The f**king grey vastness
They’re trying to change
Your physical appearance
Erasing your personal tracks
And your way of moving
Change your personality
To control your way
Of responding to situations
You? re a slave under their routines
You? re assamblished by them
Carved out and cleansed of Human mind and soul
I’m not forced
To live in the pale grey vastness
They’re trying to change
Your physical appearance
Erasing your personal tracks
And your way of moving
Change your personality
To control your way
Of responding to situations