In a world where all conquer for fame.
Where lies are heaven.
And the sores are all the same
There are no room for the genuine
The defected and the unclean
All march together in the universal synthetic machine
In a world where all conquer for fame
All march together in the universal synthetic machine
All walk together none walk astray, down on your knees, you kneel and obey!
One day it might be you they love, enjoy the image while it lasts
because its all a vision, there is no sun!
Do you dare to follow your instincts
do you explore and embrace the unknown
Rather you mark and admire the sprains, Spirit that doesn't fear to be
Isolated and left alone!
Pre-historic, incorrect. our time without any regret.
Speak to neglect and pissant. disrespected.
This is the price you pay, when you go your own way.
Still the fossil spirits! MARCH ON EVERY DAY!