Colors run like blood through painted eyes

Freedom waves and passengers arrive

And we stood there in surprise bound stupefied

And we stood there in surprise while fate arrived



Whittle down my kind

They are the devil from behind

Creeping dangerously close

They sabotage their very own



They hold salvation close

But grip the knife

Come and take this human life

Each man stands a victim of his father's hand



Another generation comes to close

And every choice that haunts us we oppose -now

But only by collective thought we chose

And only by collective hell arose



And I really hope that this machine will die

Rhetoric clouds perception sense waves goodbye

We stood there in surprise bound stupefied

We stood there in surprise while fate arrived