Zounds 歌词

Crawling in ever crack, mechanical creatures, don't open your eyes The part of existence is now distorted, to a level where sense is out of reach The glassy image that refers to a state of thoughts That again reflects to a dream, neither non-sleeping, nor awake Your biggest enemy is your consciousness In the end it will drag you down Feed on yourself non-trust worthy You, the only error in a system Of a world soon to be self-destructed I am you in a way that you never thought was possible A controlled device to follow a pattern Made specially to make failure For there will be no more No more, never to see what the right path to follow is Who are you to think you can control all existence? I am God And you are all my wounds Now die!