Dream follower

Beat in glow to prove immortality
Separate from where we belong

One year more, one year less
Fight in unnatural war for the progress
One age more, one age less
Is this our time to confess?

Should we feel ssory? Living is an art
What a sad story by the nuclear heart

From salvation
Our last spark of hope and glory
To devastation
Replace my flesh with the steel

Take my flesh, have my heart out
Just do it, do it, do it, do it!
Look into my faithful eyes
Just do it, do it, do it, do it!

And we swear to ourselves
This is our only hope
We were born to live it so
No, no, no. No

But there is another side
Sufferings of empty life
Noone has to live it so
No, no, no. No

Should we now restore connection?
Substitute the fake with true
My heart still beats the rhythm so it's not over
Time's ticking my body belongs to you

You seem to want become a part of history
I seem to lay here and die alone
Defeat of death in artificial society
And I belong to nowhere

My last spark of hope and glory
Replacing my flesh with the steel
There is noone to say: I am ssory
And this last wound will never heal

Rust, feed, cussed breed
Nature is no longer place we belong

Rust, feed, cussed breed
What should I feel when I died at birth?