Andy Winter My Illusions Are My Own
Connected to wires Wound up like a string Controlled by an artificial force of life
Bits and bytes in my veins No need for individual thinking Project control a mighty success
The need for human life grows thinner every day We are near obsolete in this age of defiance
All that's been said has been said before Nothing new under the sun anymore Listen to the raindrops fall and let them wash away Chaotic images take over our logic
Judgment has fallen A just dose of methodical failure Reminded of the day everything began How the turn of events were short lived lies
Deception is the trade of the sinner Living a life of illusions of the mind
