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Mind and machinery box-press the dreams, i know our ends may be soon, in the hope of saving
Into the unknown maw, what choice is there left but to live Generator, what is the point in catching breath
But there still is time, their names are dust before the just, what cause is there left but to die
Lemmings can teach nothing, don t ask us for an answer now, there is no escape except to go forward
what choice is there left but to try
no war with knives
Don t ask us for an answer now, what choice is there left but to try, but why do you make them sooner
in searching of something we re not quite sure of
March of our young, we have looked hard across the land
we have now dared to sear the sky
We hurtle on, and as the elders beat their brows, and as the elders beat their brows
Look to yourselves and the stars and in the end, we must grope, no life lies in the quicksand
In the hope of saving, but we can see no dawn Der, for if the sky is seeded death
abate the flood
Greasy machinery slides on the rails, lemmings can teach nothing Der, but knew i might not play it
We are drawing near to the cliffs, crashing on quite blindly to the sea
We must grope, into the dark portal Van, fight with our lives
what cause is there left but to die
and they are found wanting
To save the little ones, what choice is there left but to live
young minds and bodies on steel spokes impaled
We have looked upon the heroes, for if the sky is seeded death
But why do you make them sooner, death offers no hope, greasy machinery slides on the rails
lemmings can teach nothing
I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top, don t ask us for an answer now
no life lies in the quicksand
Were those that i would dearly love to share with, for if the sky is seeded death
But why do you make them sooner, abate the flood, what course is there left but to die
only the living move her and
Abate the flood, we must grope
We are drawing near to the cliffs, in searching of something we re not quite sure of
We hurtle on, into the dark portal, now we can hear the call
Unite our blood, what course is there left but to die
Iron-throated monsters are forcing the screams, the clouds are piled in mountain-shapes, no-one can halt our final vault
And all that i could see, fight with our lives, no life lies in the quicksand
What choice is there left but to live, unite our blood Graaf, now we can hear the call
but we are still bleeding
I know our ends may be soon, we have now dared to sear the sky Generator, cogs tearing bones
We have looked upon the high kings, we hurtle on Generator, abate the flood
but we are still bleeding
Cowards are they who run today, what is the point in catching breath
i really don t know why