I hear and see everything, the clock is ticking but I don't feel anything - I'm dead we were promised a paradise but now there are only mechanisms around us
hundreds and thousands of steel hearts we are the people of the new world tramp of the steel boots without a soul, without a past, without thoughts who are we to ask questions? but I want my chest to be beating with a real heart I want to be made of flesh and blood...
I'm tired of being a machine i hear the scream in this march of steel left to a certain death caving in under the weight of General's words
all that was uploaded into the brain, become a mantra to them the perfect soldiers who protect their own and kill strangers who know no fear this path was clear to all, no questions asked we had nothing to lose but false light suddenly hit the eyes it seemed that Father was waiting there The one that never was there before
I thought he was here but it was just a trick
try to prove to everyone that you are worth something that you're more than just a set of programs I will try to create my past and my future I will ask my questions to the Creator and I want my chest to be beating with a real heart I want to be made of flesh and blood I was taught everything I will try to learn to be myself to be real
the most durable steel here will became a dust I just wanted to die your digital paradise time is over and now I was given an order to survive