Technocracy

without an aim we stagger throught a span of time called life

we learn to be replaceable, we learn to stand alone

we use to hope for better times to burn infected wounds

we learn to act adaptable, we learn to fear the change

afraid of my intentions, I know you grasp for air

now everything´s collapsing, protect me if you can

nothing´s like it seems to be, it´s all about technocracy

I wonder ´bout your way of life, we´re closer to the end

we cross the swords to fall from grace, we don´t give anything away

we deal with words just to impress, we like to hurt and to forgive

we try to handle any loss, we´re really narrow-minded

we´re moving on in circles, the hunt is on my dear

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we really don´t know where to go, at least we´re going down

we listen to the madman´s speech of all the things to come

we suffer from the happy end, we fall asleep, we dream

we take it all away, we act like figures on the screen

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