Album Name : Siamese God
Release Date : 2009-12-20
Song Duration : 4:30
Need Flesh Machines
What will the future finally bring?
I sit and stop, to hear the silence sing
Just engines seek for comprehension
Fighting their way onwards salvation
All hope fails, wish I'm dreaming
Spitting out numbers, feels empty within
It makes me seek this human fall
Choking our glory, and stealing our dreams
Idiotic flesh machines
An interactive game we play
Inside the veins of this world's travesty
Soulless machines feed on devotion
Deprived of every feeling and emotion
All hope fails, wish I'm dreaming
Spitting out numbers, feels empty within
It makes me seek this human fall
Choking our glory, and stealing our dreams
Idiotic flesh machines
After Stripped of freedom
All our childhood dreams are sold
We thrive on murder
Dance upon the ashes of our young
Spitting out numbers, feels empty within
It makes me seek this human fall
Choking our glory, and smashing our dreams
Idiotic flesh machines
