reality has...died...

my way of life ending in decay
new eras of the wind is blowing
clearing everything in its path

creating new world order
plague on a fictive level still haunts

computerized levels in the new world
taken from the mind of the insane
rose of orphans to fuel the creation
a creation that is a ghost in mind
miles and miles of the dead but alive

I wander in the desert landscape,
Formed by the hands of evil
I hear the bell chime,
Fed to the massive machinery,
That keeps forcing
Soft walls encaged within ourselves

The coming of a new world
Who are we?


Another mouth to feed
Are we to walk the same path?
Yanked from the machine,
Which leeps me alive
No air, no sight
Terminated, control denied
Gave up without a fight
You colony of my disease

I wander in the destert landscape,
Formed by the hands of evil
I hear the bell chime,
Ther time has come
Fed to the massive machinery,
That keeps forcing
Soft walls encaged within ourselves

You make me tremble
My complex from
My disfigured body shaped
I have drunk the blood
I have eaten the flesh

I wonder in the desert landscape,
Formed by the hands of evil
I hear the bell chime,
Ther time has come
Fed to the massive machinery,
That keeps forcing
Soft walls within ourselves