In the morning of machine civilization,
lost shadows, behind their red shields,
wrapped in their grey uniforms,
are imprisoned in the mechanical rhythms.
It's always the same scene everyday,
where production lines march on nonstop.
However, something is missing
in the twilight of machinery.
Where's the world going?
Won't somebody tell me?
Are these thoughts illusion?
Are we all one?
Will this world be able to change?
Are these thoughts illusion?
People find work to be done.
Humans work, birds sing,
and then they fall into a deep slumber.
"Open your eyes!" He shouts.
It's always the same scene everyday,
and we live in this brief moment.
Someday we'd surely want a revolution
in the twilight of machinery.
Where's the world going?
Won't somebody tell me?
Are these thoughts illusion?
Are we all one?
Will we be able to change these thoughts?
We will always smile to our dreams.
(Are these thoughts illusion?)
Where's the world going?
Won't somebody tell me?
Are these thoughts illusion?
Are we all one?
Will we be able to change these thoughts?
We will always smile to our dreams.
break through //birth
paradigm //childhood
in your mind
revolution //puberty
desire //youth: feelings,interests of youth that soon get lost..
science
ascension
thirteen //start of middle school
white shirt // shirts refering to a monotone schoollife
white shirt
white shirt
black shirt
black shirt
singularity //graduation
we are all one //life in a single united monotone machinery world
are we all one //he starts questionning this world...