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• Artiste: Polaris
• Titre: Regress
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We are the gears in this churning machine The burning steam from the crack in the surface We are your soul’s insomnia, the restless heart of indignation Forever awake You’re all insane, staring at inevitable change The selfish few who will stand in the way But with each orbit you beg the world to turn at your will To rotate in reverse You’re not a hero if you’re trapped behind a mask Can’t hear them screaming when your head is in the sand We’re hopeless, we’re helpless, we’ll wait here for a sign Or stare into the sun until we’re blind, and out of time You left each other to drown in a sea of ill concern In search of a thorned crown you were never meant to earn You’d set the world ablaze to warm your hands on the flames How did we let it come to this? We’re all to blame This isn’t progress This. Is. Not. This isn’t progress Misled and sick in the head, playing the victim again You’re not a hero if you’re trapped behind a mask Can’t hear them screaming when your head is in the sand What will it take to make you see? We’re hopeless, we’re helpless, we’ll wait here for a sign Or stare into the sun until we’re blind, and out of time We are the gears in this churning machine The burning steam from the crack in the surface We are your soul’s insomnia, the restless heart of indignation