Z Prochek The One
Dark metallic machinery
Moving backwards
Counting steps
Great cynic industry
The sacred land will never be
Given life to program fate
I reject all you gave
Earning trust behind the screen
I am one, I can't be seen
Even though my hands are stained
You will let me guide the way
To the vortex of despair
If you fail no will care
Given life to program fate
I reject all you gave
Earning trust behind the screen
I am one, I can't be seen
