Native Devotion کے بول

The endless search for the last inside As they staring through their fading eyes Intensive pulsations of neoncold darken light Fragments of frustration ever coming to life Caught into a unreal nothingness Empty therapie erasing one by one Native devotion they never knew the Sun Dissective therapies erasing one by one Like lifeless machines exploited, empty and dead Drop dead future shocked and forever paralysed Marching straightly onward to the burning dawn Total degrading manipulation is the final spawn Bathing in unspeakable needs Individual existance erased Blessed with isolated fears Defeated to shed no more tears Forced into a menacing hopelessness Where fear and pain are meaningless