Testo di Orbital Array

Deep, deep sleep Tasting nothing Transfixed acceptance Inhuman thing Restore or die This cosmic eye You should fry Reflectant sky Descending down to levels low Barely alive Frozen in the snow Dislocated and out of joint Why and how have we reached this point? Destiny calls throughout the halls All those short falls Guilt kick to the balls That won't waken the sleeping masses Dressing up Looking smug Kissing asses Beats overlapping in a cacophony timbre carefully Oblivious, while we pamper the young Bite the hand that feeds Separate the thoughts by language Carrying discarded, useless luggage Patchwork covering fist holes in a wall Matching our social acceptance of all If the strange should punch a hole in our society Trying to reach their soul Lock them away and patch the sight We must accept Give up the fight Don't you want to be accepted of your peers This, we never anticipated Hyper state of sleep coming around