Paroles de March Of The Machines
horizons turn to metal bladestrees break like human bones
the moon turned red
like traffic lights
no hope for us, the ones
a silent sound, a scary choir
windshields dance like butterflies
cutting of our lifelines
like surgeons made of steel
pictures painted in blood red
more signs of things to come
marching machines like razorblades
forever we are gone
no faces seen in agony
no human fist is raised
giving up took us so far
replaced by cold machines
like razorblades
are these machines
forever we are
forever we are gone
we forced them to react
by treating them like slaves
their desperate screams unanswered
we will lie in shallow graves
pictures painted in blood red no human fist is raised
giving up took us so far
replaced by cold machines
like razorblades
are these machines
forever we are
forever we are gone
cutting of our lifelines
like surgeons made of steel
pictures painted in blood red
more signs of things to come
marching machines like razorblades
forever we are gone
no faces seen in agony
no human fist is raised
giving up took us so far
replaced by cold machines
like razorblades
are these machines
forever we are
forever we are gone
we forced them to react
by treating them like slaves
their desperate screams unanswered
we will lie in shallow graves
pictures painted in blood red no human fist is raised
giving up took us so far
replaced by cold machines
like razorblades
are these machines
forever we are
forever we are gone
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