in wires Controlled by the signals We found ourselves Trapped in humanity Lost desires Dreams of our future Emerged in formaline And then we began to dream
: It's hard to open the eyes When the fear is waiting outside Why do I see them? Like blurred shadows in frame Creeping behind me Stretching their hands
Chained in wires Controlled by the signals We found ourselves Trapped in humanity Lost desires Dreams of our future Emerged in formaline And then we began to dream
: She was created By human hands She was not one of us Her body is like A juvenile woman's With gorgeous shapes but without a soul We're dying, we're
S (he) comes to me in my all dreams Feeding anger with my screams It all comes back to me Bursting through my chest Ripping my warm heart out Appearing like a dream
: The mist crawling through the clouds Paranoia breach in our minds Veiled sanity like a shroud And forced us to resign And they came from the skies
: Burning axes growing out from their hands Modern warriors in the ancient mission Destroy the enemies' world In the name of the glorious undone Marching
: Memory is a knife It cuts deep and painfully Can you call this a life? I can't go on normally Closing in to the face of time Sentencing myself for
feel you so deep inside Our candle is burning bright Like million exploding suns And if I die I will be by your side You are the angel of all my dreams
: In that second of dislocation The world will reach it's end People will thrive for explanation But won't be able to understand The place of no return
: Howling of the wind Carried cry through the forest Banshee's warning sign For bloodshed was committed On the other side of the forest The child was
: Pressure that builds within Longing for the touch Lust beneath my skin Burning overmuch My body becomes so bleak My mind begins to fade But my soul
She was created By human hands She was not one of us Her body is like A juvenile woman's With gorgeous shapes but without a soul We're dying, we're
It's hard to open the eyes When the fear is waiting outside Why do I see them? Like blurred shadows in frame Creeping behind me Stretching their hands
Memory is a knife It cuts deep and painfully Can you call this a life? I can't go on normally Closing in to the face of time Sentencing myself for the
