Mechanical Poet Virus
Stress! Alas! You have to confess. Nothing more and
nothing less. Don't you know your time expires? Fading
away, fading away. Another day...
Just another link in the chain. Every second's dying in
vain. Through the desert sands you're running. Falling
again, falling again.
Is that you're living for? You run away from sun. Is that
you're dying for? You run away from sun.
With every step it's coming closer.With every day you're
getting older. With every mile you're going lower. With
every turn you're diving into nowhere.
The Virus.
Getting higher, insatiable fire. Now your heart's your
personal liar. Inner voice is getting louder. Shut up!
Shut up!
Don't even try to make a sound. But see what you've
found. Just a voiceless desert around. Have you ever
asked yourself? "What do I do?"
And every time you're dying...
