Trapped Within Burning Machinery - Plague of Aeon's | Текст песни

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Human blood. Lubrication. Bodies strung with wires, in fascination. Electric masturbation. Birth technology. End imagination. Polluted sunset fall with desperation. Pull the veil of night over this decaying civilization. The sewage has filled the lakes and the streams. The bodies float, laid to rest amongst the dreams. This is a tomb of electronic waste. A monolith of machines. Aiming for the sky but tearing the roots from the ground.

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