Paroles: Covette. Machines Are Taking Over.

Screaming for that final way
Who's to find you through this thick unsturdy hall
all that hails to the king of fame
will not live to see the day denial

cause they're making us, and faking us into colonies that they hide from

paying with shipments
no guarantees no returns
a product of the provider is
I think I see oh no it couldn't be
the golden ticket to heaven

cause they're making us, and faking us into colonies that they hide from
To predict the ties of infamy is to paralyze the heart and soul of life

incase the earth before sunrise
it all seems familiar
men dressed up, disguised, but you can not defeat the eyes