A Guy Called Gerald - Our Fall: Tokem | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• A Guy Called Gerald
• Our Fall: Tokem

Today the music changed. Once sounds of soothing, now sounds of madness. The walking dead go about their daily lives. Rebellion driven, note by note, from their souls. Even the sun seems darker, sadder. The music erases all thought, all hope. Freedom screams its death cry on waves of invisible sounds. The future dims, the earth seems to grow cold. We reap what we sow.

In the future, that fear will explode into a war of sound. Brother will turn on brother. Society will be void of all progressive turns of music and thought, the human race will be assimilated by the controlled sounds waves of the new oppressive dictatorships. The ears of the remaining people will grow dull and long for a what they can no longer feel, a sound that will free them from the chains of oppression.