Overlord's - March of the Machines | Текст песни

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I walk on the street - wearily hobble
Noise in my head - in music of metal I dive
Such shiny day - but there's one prombem
The hundreds of man - without the target in live

They roam on the streets - they march like a zombies
Eat our flesh, corrupt our souls and our minds
Their brains made of straw - they cannot distinguish
Truth from the lies, and fiction from reality

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They don't need anything except
Nice food and dissolute sex
Their life is a desperate attempt
To run away from the sense
They don't do anything useful
They just consume the resources
They are infinitely stupid
And nothing ever produce

[Chorus]
March, march, march of the machines!
March, march, march of the machines!

Like flock of the sheeps
They follow invisible lord
Gadgets made unique
With copy paste brains in their gourds

Better tommorow - dirty today
Money per loans made them happier
Who is right and who's wrong? - we lost our way!
But paycheck is near - but no worriers!

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