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• Artiste: Infested
• Titre: Guiding Line
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Here he stands, one of a million in a forest full of his kind Captured by a voice talking to them again and again Cutting through the skull into their brains Lifeless eyes looking up to the throne Waiting for new orders, the only guiding line Fill up the red sea again, burn the corpses Let the mechanical children grow up from the ashes Clear the emotion sector It's all a question of systematic surveillance Reality is superfluous, a disturbing factor In the voice they trust, no doubts at any time Control is everything, the strenght that keeps the system going Pills for the organic tool, to get them up and down Their lives reduced to this It takes a period of time to make him listen Taking out the colours from their eyes makes it so much easier His decisions are routine An automatic reaction with only one possible solution Their pride is growing with every word they hear Hungering for more, for the coming hibernation Now they can take new orders The voice still burning in the deepest thoughts All seeking for perfection, this wish is breaking his mind Maybe one will stand out, so he can carry the flag The rest will burn soon and become a new breeding ground Afterwards, they'll complete the process