Appleseed के बोल

Free thought has been hollowed Furnished with myopia Spin drift misconception Inducements stagnate Appleseed. Life inside an envelope Built on lie after lie From complex layer of illusion Can you recover your soul? Choking down expressions of homage Reshaped desires prosecute attrition rate Slotted into a life of graft Defining said contours, through make-work production Processed stimulation in their ten thousand mile stares The sour taste of a mouth full of ashes, disordered introspection Head is in the sand While subdued integrity, surpasses recognition Perspicacious dreams of liberation remain illusions.